i liked you. you were a night dweller like me. out of this world. speaking on behalf of your passions even if it killed you.
and i still see your old habits in me. bar soap not liquid. frozen section then produce. act then try to remember why you acted that way.
it’s a night dweller thing. we can’t see far enough ahead to make strategic decisions. instead we use our skin- touching, dabbing, feeling, scratching at the surface. at night you can’t see what mistakes you’ve made. you can’t see scratched faces. you abuse comfort. hiding in the crowd, their vision is just as dark as yours. their minds equally as smeared. like you, like me: dwelling, killing, passionately.
LEOPARD FUR COAT by Motel Rocks
DAMSEL SHOE by Jeffrey Campbell
Photos by Tyke Riggs