Nancy Drew
Can’t be bought
Even though her perfume repels me
She pretends to be someone else
As I ask permission to photograph her
Between the suppliers with deep voices
In the city of Angeles of addiction
Where even sunlight refuses to touch the earth
And only neon grows the artificial grass
An entire city like a cheap hotel room
The walkers shiver in the heat
While the moon watches
Knowing its debt will be paid in time
When the shoreline slivers beneath the sand
It could have been worse
It’s nice to come
But even nicer go.