It was on Washington Street
San Francisco
In the old brick building
Where I watched you shoot up
On your bed
You asked if I wanted any
"Just a little
make sure it's a clean needle"
And I felt warmer than I had
Before
We chain smoked then climbed from your window
Up the ladder to the roof
And watched the fog roll in
Through the Golden Gate
On an otherwise lovely day
I walked down the hill
To Van Ness Avenue
And caught the 49
To City College
I nearly nodded off in a field
Before geography class
What a sick little mess I was
At 23
It's been years since
I've seen her