the 110 south

the 110 south at night is my new favorite freeway

its sunburnt asphalt traffic dissolves into digital at 11 pm

& the cars slide around backlit lanes like air hockey pucks,

drifting lines of open-shutter neon lights trail across my vision.

the 110 south at night is where stoplights blink

to the beat of any EDM song on the radio;

When the womp-world on-ramps tangle

& time folds together.

Because suddenly

I’m in a no-time space

here-and-not-here.

the 110 south at night,

a drive-thru dream

in this city of liminality

and tangents:

L.A.

July 2019