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Coldwater Canyon Death Poem

I never died on Coldwater Canyon traveling between the Valley and the City.
I never even crashed.

The Canyon was always safe, no matter how crazy my father drove.
His father died in the City in bed.

The Canyon was always safe, even though my mother would not drive there.
Her father died in the Valley in bed.


I don’t drive.
I don’t live in LA.
And I’m not sleeping.

-Adam Markus