WE’VE COME FROM CALIFORNIA
We waited in the bar,
lying about our names,
age, and residence.
The girl told me she
had an aunt in Inglewood.
She remembered only the lights
The Redwoods, and Los Angeles.
I told her
that there was a lot of service stations
in California,
I even told her
my muscles were Californian.
She blushed and said
there wasn’t enough time
to hear the whole story.