Ideas of Landscape
Jessica Bozek
An iteration
of houses, chemical green
lawns, and swimming pools stamps itself on
the desert
between mountains and
sea—Southern California.
Impersonal breezes, tropical
flora, and
so many cars, one
person empty, stake their claim
on desolation. There’s more space for
psychosis
in aloof landscapes.
I need deciduous trees
and close quarters to hear the sparrows
chattering
as if they hadn’t
seen one another in years,
to feel the rush of forced air breathing
fog on eye—
glasses when I come
in from the cold, dreaming of
a closet big enough for a small
desk and me.