L.A. Beach

Holy holler, in the water

Salt and sand erodes your blistered feet

Holy holler, what a daughter

Leave her breathing underneath the shallow sea

Oxygen is running thin

The icicles grow back here on shore

Coming out for the day

You brought no blanket for us to lay upon

Said your home was the sea

Did you mean to say me

Do you mean to say with medicine

And everything else you put inside my pocket

I’m not better now

Nothing figured out

I’m not better now