KUPERGRASS

 The moment I drove on the 210 I felt like I was going home. I wasn’t going to look at houses today, but I got an email and sent my realtor something about a house down the street. I’m interested in the California craftsman bungalow. I am interested in the area known as bungalow heaven. We go. Nazzee picks me up on the corner and we see it. I wasn’t expecting to be here or see it or feel this way. The sky was dark blue and all the trees were beautiful.

 The painters are done. Everything is white.  The rest of me is in a pile of dust in the garage.  A couch & TV. Toilet seat & quilts.  It’s spices and pots & pans. Covered in dust.  My existence will go somewhere else very soon. It’s time. The pile will move. 

 

 

 

 Consistency. How hard this is. To speak. I’m selling the house and changing my family. I’m in the Hollywood hills but don’t feel like my mother  “it’s  where you want to be trust me” Or don’t! You!ll never know what it would be like to have a man take you on a date. But you never know…Levery dog has her day” IF you stop dressing so gay. By strange coincidence I got a hotel to not be in the way of my girlfriend last week. To be polite. To have respite. A bubble bath. It was on the hill. The sushi place on the hill my mother said I’d never see. The folk tales she used to tell me of the sushi restaurant that good quality beautiful girls get taken too. She refused to take me to certain restaurants because I’d get to learn that being a noodle girl is okay. You don’t want to be a noodle girl. It was such a thing. To see this restarting and realize it’s actually tacky as shit! So much for the elite straight torture mom wanted from me. I went to get noodles with my girlfriend an...