After Agnes Varda 
Outside the rented house, Andy Warhol

             is shot. RFK is shot. The camera visits a memento

store for blacklisted Hollywood stars. Yes, film is always

           already nostalgic. The 60’s avenue

in colour: there are large fenders, gloriously Futurama

          rococo. Agnès Varda self-directs a suicide

          when a New York director says it’s tacky. Inside

3 hot white people say 60’s stuff. Viva

          is drag. She has trans girl energy. You pause on the blueness

          of the Pacific, the typography on buildings. You ask

your Google-Map if the buildings are still-standing in California

          one is: it’s now a DMV. The bricks are stained.

          one is a vacant lot: in the photo, an auction is taking place

          outside, like the world’s straightest Mardi Gras. The third is —