Ten miles from here to there. Ten L.A. miles.
Passing cars, fast. Trailing cars, fast.
There: warm late morning, reservoir-cupping hill.
LAMILL Coffee Co. A simple menu of great sophistication.
My mouth pursed at the waitress, grilled her,
Prosecutorily, and reluctantly ordered safe.
Ate along with B, who swapped bites of my perfect eggs.
With her polenta mixed with butternut squash,
Candied pecans, and mascarpone.
My smooth, very potent, iced coffee.
My mouth pursed again.