AN OLD THANKSGIVING AT GOAT ROCK



One time I saw the boy of my dreams and it was thanksgiving, so he had a dead dog and I was driving to a stupid rock. I wondered if the cop killed the dog and if the white horse had been his friend because the field was exhausting and all the stores were so simply falling apart while my other friends lover just died too and we said nothing. In the passenger's seat all of her hair was falling out and all I could do was eat seaweed and slam my head on the wheel, wondering why she looked so pretty and why I couldn’t tell them about the dog when I know that I will marry him while thankfully burying myself alive.



-Kaya, some photos by Rebecca Rose

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