A Poet's Journal Entries During the 2025 L.A. Fires

I AM SUPPOSED to go see Babygirl at the theater, but I cancel at the last minute because EXTREME LIFE THREATENING WIND WARNING.

I listen to my plants toppling outside, their pots shattering. I move from the window, like an animal, toward the center of the room.

The washing machine is halfway through a wash cycle when the power goes out. The Christmas tree goes dark.