Tamera Lanay
Heard Poetry
Published in
2 min readMay 19, 2021

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An Ode to Long Beach

Photo by Tamera Lanay

Quaint studio 7 blocks from the beach became my temporary home

Quarantine walks to the lagoon for an afternoon roam

The jackass neighbor who revs his engine after midnight

The illegal fireworks set off at odd hours startle me awake at night

The sirens of an ambulance speeding by

The unseen stars in the sky blinded by the city lights

Another homeless passerby rummaging through the dumpster

The smell of smoke and haziness in the air signals another wildfire

Toes in the sand, sound of the ocean waves, and sun kissed skin; a California girls’ desire

Long Beach, I love you and LA, the land of dreams — I claim to hate you; I’m a liar

I felt most at home protesting with the masses on the street

Black Lives Still Matter and oh, FUCK Long Beach police

Gusty winds and light rain tapping on my window pane

Hot summers of nightly sweats and cold winters with the covers over my head

The pet hospital on PCH where I put my cat down is the one place I dread

The aroma of spices from a home cooked meal to soothing indie sounds topped with a glass of wine

Unabashedly naked dancing around like no one is watching

Laughing out loud in silence heard by my neighbors through these thin walls

The vintage shops on 4th revived my love for fashion

Best ice cream shop in town tasted sweeter than sexual passion

The sunlight gives me a warm welcome in the morning

The sun saved me from pandemic mourning

Nightly bellowing on the bathroom floor

Red wine — my new sleeping ritual

I’ll have a second pour

Fatigue and headaches from zoom screens

My studio on redondo — the haven of my whimsical daydreams

A cup of hot herbal tea from the kettle became my remedy

Unpacking trauma from distant but like it was yesterday memories

All 500 square feet became the location to call my own

This is where my inner child came out of hiding to roam

You see, Long Beach, you are the city where my sense of self came alive when I thought I had already died

I call you my city of rebirth

Peeled back the layers — an immaculate woman to unearth

Unrecognizable from the stranger-woman who left Fort Worth

Long Beach, I love you

I bid you adieu

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