Earthquake Weather
February 13th, 2008 by intr0vertSeagulls circle my Hollywood apartment,
Their errant feathers fall as a turquoise screen dries on my balcony.
I stare at the records on the wall and lengthen the nails behind them,
as if it will help when the 7.2 rolls across the valley and into the 101.
The cross falls on Barham, tourists beware.
as the locals barely look up from their Lattes,
The transplants stand in the doorways.
It’s Earthquake Weather.
