Above: Untitled 2017, digital photograph
Right: I am the song that you would never admit you have heard. 2018, text |
I am the song that you would never admit you have heard, And even less enjoyed.
I am the world’s oldest profession and I walk silently in your shadow some days I feel like a leafless tree, I build bridges, I sell kisses.
they call me street walker And I can hear the city lights say my name when the night feels like a silent chaos They whisper to me “Stay, stay, stay Don't cross the road when it's red, even if that's your color” Some days I feel like a tree with the deepest roots Connecting me to the ones who came before me, The ones who sing songs that haunt these streets we will never forget, we will never leave. L. |