Loving LA

Hello international airport, and sunshine, and flip flops, and gay boys in tank tops, smoking men speaking Farsi, and black girls with cornrowed hair – hello over botoxed housewives, over blinged out black guys with loud bass booming cars, and girls stroking tiny dogs with rhinestone collars – hello dodge ball, and go-go boys, and yogurt stop conversations – hello hiking on Runyon, biking to the beach, and yoga on the roof of Palihouse – hello traffic, and homeless, and people who look through you who don’t want to know your name – hello gay two stepping, leather events, drag bingo, rainbow crosswalks, and naked brunch – hello gurl, and bitches, and cum on over – hello Oscars, and industry, and wanna be dreamers who refuse to give it up – hello kisses from my boy, grass-fed beef for dinner, and juice cleanses, and cuddling with the window open in February.