Vanguard Revisited - GLBT Historical Society

the prodigal daughter of Saint Francis
careening through the Tenderloin on a late night, naked
street light, manifestor/ 2:10am on some idle Friday.
she brings nothing but a broken hearted headrush.
poised with apathy, you pretend to ignore this tediously
fearful vagabond cowering in the crowded, shrouded
corners of existence on Pill Hill. this is crackhead
corridor during the hours of obscurity, where dark and
depraved addictions are fed with handshake drugs
through a dirty needle. she’s somebody’s daughter,
but lives under a dilapidated cardboard box saturated
with homeless piss in the notorious part of town, reads
stolen books by Vonnegut.. and its all she has to call
her own.
-p.c.t-
2011
53
1:10
1967