STUCCO
When I first moved
to California, I noticed that
every building was
covered in stucco.
It's repulsive.
I don't know who decided
that stucco ought to be
the official building material
of Southern California;
no one likes it.
But there is one thing about it.
I can run my fingers over
the bumpy plastered walls
and know what it is
I hate about this place.
It reminds me of why
I need to leave.