Back Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass
Chapters (25)
  1. Dedication
  2. Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass
  3. Bare feet on linoleum
  4. What happened when I left you
  5. The Land of 1000 fires
  6. Never to Heaven
  7. Never to Heaven
  8. Tessa DiPietro
  9. Past the bushes Cypress thriving
  10. SportCruiser
  11. Quiet Waiter- Blue forever
  12. Quiet Waiter Blue Forever
  13. In the hills of Benedict Canyon
  14. happy
  15. Sugarfish
  16. ringtone
  17. In the flats of Melrose
  18. Thanks to the Locals
  19. Paradise is Very Fragile
  20. Salamander
  21. 18. Haikus
  22. Haikus
  23. notes for a poet
  24. A Note on Images
  25. About the Author

LA Who am I to Love You?

LA, I’m from nowhere who am I to love you

LA, I’ve got nothing who am I to love you

when I’m feeling this way

and I’ve got nothing to offer

LA

not quite the city that never sleeps

not quite the city that wakes

But the city that dreams for sure

if by dreams you mean nightmares.

LA

I’m a dreamer but

I’m from nowhere who am I to dream

LA

I’m upset!

I have complaints!

Listen to me

They say I come from money and I didn’t and I didn’t even have

love and it’s unfair

LA

I sold my life rights for a big check

but now I can’t sleep at night and I don’t know why

plus I love Saks so why did I do that when I know

it won’t last

LA

I picked San Francisco because the man who doesn’t love me

lives there

LA!

I’m pathetic

but so are you

can I come home now?

Daughter to no one

table for one

party of thousands of people I don’t know at Delilah

where my ex-husband works

I’m so sick of this

But

Can I come home now?

Mother to no one

private jet for one

back home to the Tudor house that borne a thousand murder

plots

Hancock Park treated me very badly I’m resentful.

The witch on the corner

the neighbor nobody wanted

the reason for Garcetti’s extra security.

LA!

I know I’m bad but I have nowhere else to go can I come

home now?

I never had a mother

will you let me make the sun my own now

and the ocean my son

I’m quite good at tending to things despite my upbringing

Can I raise your mountains?

I promise to keep them greener make them my daughters

teach them about fires warn them about water

I’m lonely LA

can I come home now?

I left my city for San Francisco

I’m writing from the golden gate bridge but it’s not going

as planned

I took a free ride off a billionaire and brought my

typewriter and promised myself I would stay

but

it’s just not going the way I thought

it’s not that I feel different

and I don’t mind that it’s not hot

it’s just that I belong to no one, which means

there’s only one place for me

the city not quite awake

the city not quite asleep

the city that’s something else- something in between

the city that’s still deciding

how good it should be

and also

I can’t sleep without you

No one’s ever really held me like you

not quite tightly

but certainly I feel your body next to me

smoking next to me

vaping lightly next to me

and I love that you love the neon lights

like me

Orange

in the distance. We both love that and I love that we have

that in common.

Also neither one of us can go back to New York.

For you, are unmoving.

As for me, it won’t be my city again until I’m dead.

Fuck the New York Post!

LAAAAA!

Who am I to need you when I’ve needed so much

asked for so much

what i’ve been given I’m not yet sure I may never know that either

until I’m dead.

For now though

what I do know is that I don’t deserve you-

not you at your best, in your splendor with towering

eucalyptus trees that sway in my dominion

Not you at your worst-

totally on fire, unlivable unbreathable.

I don’t deserve you at all

You see- You have a mother

A continental shelf

a larger piece of land from Image you came

And I am an orphan

a little seashell that rests upon your native shores

one of many that’s for sure but because of that

I surely must love you closely to the most out of anyone.

For that reason-

Let me love you

don’t mind my desperation

let me hold you not just for vacation but for real and forever

Make it real life, let me be a real wife to you.

Girlfriend, lover, mother, friend.

I adore you

Don’t be put off by my quick-wordedness

I’m generally quite quiet, quite a meditator

actually I’ll do very well down by Paramahansa Yogananda’s

Realization center I’m sure.

I promise you’ll barely even notice me

unless you want to notice me

unless you prefer a rambunctious child

in which case I can turn it on too!

I’m good on the stage as you may know, you may have heard of me?

So either way I’ll fit in just fine

so just love me by doing nothing

except for perhaps by not shaking the county line.

I’m yours if you’ll have me

quietly or loudly

sincerely your daughter

regardless

you’re mine.