Angie

I found you
Under the reconstruction bridge of our youth
I found you
With your direction so firmly plastered on some cracked digitizer
I found you where I thought and felt you’d always be
Patiently waiting, your large eyes fixated on the cross of the little Olvera church
You never left and you never needed or wanted
You stayed sweet like cursi high school year book notes
You stayed there, where you needed to be
My veins take the train ride home, over the bridge, over your soul
The bridge is your soul, no?
What little house hides you? What little creatures stir at night with you? Fast on your legs, you walk all over this great city
You always searched for love in the night, down like a clown we’d say, in the backyards, in the parked cars by the Chinese take out. With Chapo, Evil, Huero and Buddha
You never found it because you never left home without it
Love
It was always in your pocket stogie case, love!