last night when i undressed, i drew a lighthouse on my chest, and said a prayer for it, by
morning to have sunk in, so you could find your way to me, if we ever get lost. - her <3” —
as long as you lust
they’ve got your where they want you
right between the thrust
and the sparkling glimmer of plastic blue.
I want to remember Jackie. And how I almost passed her up as she was crying, cold, and asking for spare change because i didn’t believe I could help since I didn’t have cash on me. I’m glad something made me turn around, Ask her her story, and Breathe with her. Hug her. Tell her I loved her. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have known she had to sleep in the hallway of the boarding house down the street while her 4 year old daughter was kept from her by the woman running the joint. I wouldn’t have known that 2 dudes just attempted to rape her in that same hallway 4 hours before we met— and they know where she sleeps. I wouldn’t have figured that the reason her teeth were shattered was because someone punched her in the face two weeks ago when she asked them for change. If I had ignored her, made her invisible, tuned out her sobs- I wouldn’t have known anything. I wonder what would happen if we actually started to see one another?