angel was. everyone called her lost girl. (and if you looked in her eyes.
behind. so empty. like sarah from years ago). she
used to wander around
golden gate park. always lost. searching for a jezebel. a boy she fell in
love with three months before in sf. before she left. travelling. la. world
unity. she lived with two old men for a while. sold pot to eat.
sworn to help her. part of me. she came to my house once. when she was
thrown out. homeless. she spent the night. got high. but always making faces
at me. about bobby. she didnt like him. hated him maybe.
the next day she left. getting some portfolio to become a model. she didnt
come back. a few days later. on the castro i am told. lost girl is looking
for you. on the haight i search for hours. gone. meet another woman who
needs my help. someone to talk to. i keep her company as she cries about her
sister throwing her out. walk her to her brothers house. safe. but angel.
lost.
i find out. getting home. angel was there last night. she comes knocking.
tripping. something. hard on drugs. from turk studios. where i know she
slept on monday. heroin infested. other things. dangerous. bobby. rozz.
mary. keep her company. calm her down. but they do not understand her.
lost look in her eyes. bobby. angel. go to store. buying food. angel shouts.
he is the devil. he is satan. pointing at bobby. undercovers. taking her
to psych ward. i call the next day. find out nothing. angel is lost. and i
am helpless to help her.
before telling me about jezebel. i ask for him. in the goth clubs. no one
has heard. even his closest friends. not for two months. vanished. she goes
to his place. breaks in. all his stuff remains. she cries as she holds his
guitar. some people think he might have gone to a mental hospital. trapped.
forced beyond will. just gone. and has she now followed?