Hollywood Milk Crate Goddess
By Marissa Branson Posted in Poetry on January 2, 2014 0 Comments 1 min read
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Eyes meet the way southwestern rain collides with dust.
Standing there painted white like a goddess on a milk crate
At the corner of Hollywood and Vine,

You remind me of Cabo in 2010
With sand in the sheets, in the shower
a TV program I never cared for
And the smell of him still clinging to my jacket.

Passerby is shouting, “Get a job!”
But you see me
Elevate me in that fixed gaze
Street traffic and the stars disappear.

 


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