Spent Casings, Littered Sidewalk, Yellow Placard #3

Spent Casings, Littered Sidewalk, Yellow Placard #3

Spent Casings, Littered Sidewalk, Yellow Placard #3 1920 1440 Steve Chang

So I still watch those old FOX-11 Gangland Specials on my VCR. Yes, I taped them. No, it’s not a big deal. I only watch them late at night.

This city is ill. It looms, in my window, in neon, dripping its pink and purple, spilling its guts. I know what it wants. I drop the blinds. I try to settle. But that light—it shifts.

If it’s one of those nights, I’ll pop in the tape. And that’s when I’ll see them—my friends. In old photos of us, all together, in that California sun, turning mellow and gold.

I sit and watch like I’m staring at a photograph of flames. I flicker. I feel shadows, towering, on the walls like ghosts. Nobody looks like anybody in a mugshot. I rewind. I would never. I know what happens without end. The sun stays trapped in the glass. L.A. is still out there. And somewhere I am alive.

Header photograph © Sonnet Mondal.

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