And here’s to you , a toast to you:
for coming back ’round
and never quite leaving
for lying on shelves
and never retreating.
Wrapped up in plastic and neon and lights
you longed for the years that were written at night
songs sung after midnight with highball in hand
and hourglass shapes that pressed up to the band.
Here’s to you:
to setting you free
upon streets old but new
to wandering among those
that remember, though few
until you can right yourself
gather your bearings
for you, my dear, were never in need of repairing.
Images by De La Luz Photography
Hair/Makeup by Hairby Ellice
Styled by Cromm Fallon and Catherine Treu
Poem by Catherine Treu
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