Your Soul's Somewhere in LA
- Your Soul's Somewhere in LA
Dreams live in the mirageabove 5pm parking lot asphalt, they riseand wait like ghosts for the shadow of heatafter all the cars but yours have goneoff to whatever lives you supposethey're supposed to be leading.
You can almost feel the hope in your throatwhen the hills part to widen the sky,and even daubed the views call out to you,through the filters, frames, and fortunesbuilt on forgotten legacies—better move quick,you'll forget and believe it's still a new frontier.
Can you hear what you came here forover the crackling power lines, radio wavesall the noise in the few empty spaceswhere names are Everyone, No One, Someoneand you couldn't pick half your friends out of a crowdbut they make you laugh all the same.
So grab a drink, take a drive, find the sunset or Sunsetand keep wondering if this wide old city ever breathes;in the summer the smoke plays metaphor reruns,overwhelming before you get used to it,quick to come, slow to leave, blurry like the days,and smooth like the 10 at 2am.
Maybe it's nice to think the stars are beneath your feet,that enough time in the car would take you anywhere you need to go,that sonder and serendipity could rain down like sunshine,that belonging and burning are the same. [End Page 93]
Rachal Marquez Jones graduated from Pepperdine University, and currently works as a copy editor and copywriter in California. She always thought she'd be writing fiction, until a creative writing class showed them all the wonder to be found in poetry. Their recent work includes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. In her free time, hobbies include failing at gardening, succeeding at baking, and any excuse to be near the water. Their work has been published in Currents magazine, Expressionists journal, Dodging the Rain journal, So to Speak journal, and Musing the Margins: Essays on Craft.
