Tenderloin
They say-
Do not
walk in
the fillet
of this city,
atrocity,
possibly.
I say-
Do not
cut the
cow if you
can’t stomach blood
in floods.
Your luck has kept your teeth white,
you could’ve been born
another;
no mother.
Gentrified
worn hyde
hope dried.
He lets out a string of
jumbled words
and sounds and
coughs and
hums
silence never comes
to the Tenderloin.
Lara Lingenbrink, a recent University of San Francisco graduate, grew up in San Diego, and will therefore never acclimate to the Bay Area’s constant fog and wind. Always finding words in the simplest of places, she hopes to pursue her passion for creative writing and eventually publish a collection of her work.
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