Morning In Enemy Territory

A Poem by Noah Zuniga

arecount of a stay in West LA

Master bed in the servant’s house, the shadow
of the ancient feline steward: A casita, but
for now an escondite, head buried in the seafoam of
rolling comforters, the prying eyes of the Hills
barricaded in by their own brick walls. So the invader
wears a taunting smile, and lips brush a
passing wave of down, memories of another’s
defiance
on the flesh
Stirring socialites in the main domicile,
so initiates a clandestine retreat, back to cracked
asphalt, suburban cots, familiar hardships,
with a rusty scrape on the knee,
an imprint of together-defiance at Sunset
on a smirk