Dog Beach

by Cat Jones

Sea gulls
Blowing garbage
Gray.

Waking up gray
In a parking lot
On the dog beach in LA.

Empty and broken
Wounds and holes
Never, never whole again
Never home again
Never in your arms again
Waking up gray at the dog beach in LA.

What day is this?
Who cares.

Waking up Los Angeles
And I think it might be August
And it’s gray.

Stunned
Battle scarred and numb.
No one else around.
Nowhere else on earth.
Nothing left to do.

Staring blind
At glassy water lying flat against
The dirty sand.

Nothing moves.
No reason to.
Moving on through
Anyway

Born stunted and malnourished and anew
From this gray place here
On this dog beach in LA.

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