“Ode to Shutdown Los Angeles,” by Oona Lulu

I count moments in Los Angeles like 

Dying breaths. 

Bellies rumble like earthquake shakes,

what a mighty force she beckons, 

we all want less of her fault and more 

Of her quiver,

We want your surrender, Los Angeles. Give us your “booms” “busts” and figures.

Give us your natural desert suntanned glow. 

Your roots gentrified. Nature is not nurture, 

When our nature is to poison. 

Don’t walk down Hollywood Blvd without 

glaring at the buildings 

empty and higher than the man sleeping on the grounded stars,

Why do I walk past him like that? 

I am fiend, fake, fetishized Los Angeles; 

I breathe smoke like oxygen, 

My steps fume fossil fuel, 

How did we put these streets on a prescription for disaster 

That not even earthquakes can fix? 

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