I can't sleep so I'll post an open wound on the Internet
a poem on hate-loving LA even though I've never been there
periwinkle/lavender:
I love and hate LA
in the particular
ways that only
specific ideas’
physical mani
festations ca
n be loved or
hated as
somebody she has never, will never—No,
somebody without connection whatsoever
will be typed onto whatever bloggish obit ::
Survived by zir one true love Los Angeles,
but like all zir most important relationships
Nasta would sit quietly alone, just think
of her and shriek at 745 pm for thirty seconds :::
I don’t know if it would be healthy for me
to meet the object of my baseless
desire/disgust depending on what day
of the week it is.
We both know we have struggles in the brain.
About the Creator
Joe Nasta
hungry
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