Luna Tiki

It was only the breeze I guess
gargling a harmonica on the beach at
Topanga
                              perched on an elbow of concrete
The shattered plate glass implicit in her
mortuary gaze
              The I didn’t ask & she
never told me latitudes
                              ripening in the blue smog later
slowly grinding her hips
              inside an adrenaline kimono
underwater
                              on Pico near Omar’s Tacos
something no one will ever remember
or forgive