hollywood dreams deferred
The look on her face
asked before she spoke-
“Do you have any
dreams I can borrow?”
She proceeded to precisely
pick at the reasons, like a scab,
Why her load had gotten so heavy
No matter how hard she tried to balance it,
she couldn’t seem to carry her dreams anymore.
She asked again, a little more politely-
“Please, do you have any dreams
I can borrow?
Just for today, or for a little while.”
She held her tears in her eyes
I lost track of what she was saying,
entranced by how her tears never
fell down her face.
They puddled in her eyes where
I saw a reflection of a me that I wasn’t so
sure I liked.
She asked again-
“Please, do you have any dreams
I can borrow?”
Her voice was more desperate,
out of breath. She had
climbed the hierarchy of hope,
letting her down time and time again.
When she made it to the top,
they only asked her to dust the light fixtures.
I became fidgety and searched
through my pockets, knowing
there weren’t any dreams there,
pulling out change in the
hopes that it would be enough.
She only batted them away
saying, “I don’t want your money.
I made it clear, I want to borrow
a dream!”
I watched the coins as they rolled down
the sidewalk, neglecting to pick them up,
like extra dreams
to give away.
She angrily spit out the question again—
“Do you have any dreams I can borrow?”
Her blistering beliefs continued.
She had worn high-heeled, glittery, ghostly glass slippers
that shattered into thousands of shards
She darted and dodged but still managed to get cut
deep into her toughest skin soul
No one was there to sweep the pieces away
I looked to the sky in hopes the clouds would take
shape in an answer
or that a rainbow would
spontaneously appear like a miracle I could point to
as a dream, but it was a gray LA day.
I tried to cough up words, but I sounded
as though I was choking on smog.
“There are dreams all around here for the taking.
This is Hollywood, after all.”
She laughed hysterically and said—
“I asked if you have any dreams I can borrow,
and the best you can do is produce platitudes and cliché?
You think you are full of happiness?
Watch how the taste becomes bitter,
like this moment. You’re wasting my time. And your own,”
She declared as she walked away from me,
her head held high like one black high-heeled
shoe tossed on the corner of Hollywood Blvd.
where graffiti stars, too easy to stepped over,
names that stopped meaning
anything to anyone
a long time ago.
I stood still, stunned silently,
wondering, “Where did it all go wrong?
Where did dreams go for her…
maybe even for me?
A stranger walked by and I asked him —
“Do you have any dreams I can borrow?”
hollywood nights
I remember
the band screaming their loud songs
I remember
they lit the Hollywood Bar like a firefly igniting feelings of all
possibilities
I remember
the sheer, black-and-white polka-dot shirt I was wearing with a black, laced
bra and a white miniskirt uniformed fishnet hose ending in combat boots
I remember
you were wearing a 40s paisley tie with a black shirt and black pants, your
hair slicked back 50s style with matching sideburns and blue, blue eyes
I remember
sitting on top of a cigarette vending machine with my legs crossed and a
bird’s-eye view
I remember
you were quick with a light and a smile
I remember
my black cat-eyes liner smeared when I looked in the graffiti-filled bathroom’s
cracked mirror
I remember
I had a crush on your friend who seemed like my type
Shockingly
I was his type, too (no one ever thinks they are someone else's type)
I remember
the smoke-filled room made the bodies dancing seem like Impressionist paintings
I remember
shouting my story though no was listening but you
I remember
you helping every band load their equipment
I remember
knowing then you were cool and thinking (not for the last time) “Just hurry
up!”
I remember
our friends who were there, and still are, and feel sad for the ones who are
gone
I remember
you and I talked and talked and talked
I don’t
remember what we said
I remember
thinking you were a “nice” guy
I don’t
remember knowing then that you would be my forever
climate
change
It had not rained hard
since 1986
LA deluge. You. Me.