saulo (one)

Lena Hamilton

It was the winter of 92, that much I know can’t tell you accurately if we had crossed over to 93 in any event it was in the far-away time of before.

I can still see that streetlight behind you & how it lit up your hair. You looked like the angel gabriel or maybe his badass younger brother.

Cómo te llamas? You wanted to know & we were so goddamn young, remember? I answered in the only language I will ever use with you. It would take a long time for you to translate my answer and that was ok because anticipation is everything.