I am Helvetica.

There is something naturally beautiful about finding a note on a random, unused page of your notebook, from someone whom you love deeply.

I am Helvetica, for now.

There is more than smoke in the sky today
More fire, more fire
And I’m reminded of my
Grandfather
who was a brilliant man
and a time when I was not sad.

But that smoggy backyard
in the broke down town
called Lake Elsinore

is gone

and I am a devil
biding my time.