Category: Poetry
Visiting Neruda’s House
Artificial Intelligence
In Laurel Canyon, she sliced open her finger with a bread knife, vomited at the sight of blood, and knew you were with her. ER was full of actors and junkies. She wondered about him. So, he took her speeding through the 2nd Street Tunnel. Blade Runner to prove a point. Night blur and the Bradbury Building, where he removed… Read more →