Met her
off the Green Line
Redondo Beach
She’d hitchhiked her
way to LA, she told me,
when she was eighteen
hasn’t really looked back
since
Thirty years
and counting now
Went back for
a visit recently, she told me,
passed over the
small copper pipe,
and said she’d
never want to move
back to Kentucky
’cause
the homegrown
there was awful.
narinda heng 