Photography by Nerea Dezac
Like me when I am the Deep mud and the stench of the melting snow When I am the screeching of boots on the pavement And the trash bags stacked in the summer heat. Me, you, us It goes beyond, I am yelling from the rooftop. Like Me She stands with me, Like me On my own two feet Like Me I am with her on the rooftop Like Us Yelling to be heard. Yelling to exist. Yelling for you to Like me. She’s so much older than she looks, And she has taken me in Like me Like me Like me I am her sister and her cat Her tiny daughter, shielded. I am the tree she hung her swing on The beam she hung herself from. Me, you, us It goes beyond,