Post-LA

Some words I wrote in the back of a Lyft from Venice to the Hollywood Hills last month…

Like an end credits movie scene

you think “everything will be okay”

when you finally

come back,

but the astroturf grass was always

spray-painted green.

It’s not the $16 smoothie, or

driverless car from LAX,

it’s that the movie of your life here is still

one you’ll always wanna watch on repeat—

no matter how unglamorous

it was to make.

You’ll always have a star here, kid.

Like the cars on the 10 beside you,

a thought passes by:

“every new garden starts off as seedlings,

there’s no point in comparing it to

towering, centuries-old

palm trees.”

They’ll all be dead soon, anyway,

didn’t you know?

Thanks for sticking around for this wild time in my life.

Love always,

Margaret