an afternoon at the venice beach skatepark. making me dream about buying a skateboard & coasting around hollywood… even though I never had a skateboard as a kid. maybe it’s a kind of nostalgia for a place & time that doesn’t actually exist.
I’m the part of the canvas
that’s been painted over—
another image hidden behind.
what would it take to reveal yourself?
& I answer with laughter
like a threaded strand of lies.