i had plans for us. we were young. but you held my name on your salivating tongue - we were naked SHIT i used to have plans. before the sun rose over the wrong side of my island and my skin grew weak - i was fighting for someone to pay attention to my agonizing yell when death came through the living room asking "who knows this boy?" * a moment * "prove it! the face-book-onlookers said as we held our ground- scared to go home - scared to stay - scared to be scared - oh how young we were san francisco diego antonio miguel (i always hated your name) - now i love it - what's left of it - of you - of us - of (mostly) you - and your freakin-neat boots
- always will . goodbye
Photo by Eileen O'Malley. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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