"Sun beans on sandy hills the heat like potatoes boiling in rusty pots. California rises up like Lazarus reborn into desert, birthed through cloudless skies.
I wake up in my bed in Hollywood, fan circulated breeze slipping around me like olive oil separating from water.
The dream I had made my palms damp & clammy, but the memory dissolved with the last of my sleep.
A tuesday like any other, I'm waiting to bank on the pavement. Waiting for deliverance from the stale heat."
