San Francisco (“I hella like you”)

Hearts pumping faster
on a cocktail of
young money, younger
friendship and the odour
of impermanence.

"Do you feel like you've made it?"

I get asked, as I sit
shedding skin
in the backseat of my
friend's
friend's
BMW convertible, pressed to
the leather against the wind and
the feeling that
we don't deserve this.

...

Making sand
castles out of summer,
we gentrificate.