March 29th, 2008


Fiction: I should dedicate this to the victims of anti-emo violence in Mexico.

Years ago, when you were young and I was younger, you took my photo.

That photo made the cover of magazines, defining war for the world.

My face, dirty, smeared with the blood of my family, became a poster, advertising war.

The war destroyed years of my life, but you defined me forever. You reduced my childhood to war. You reduced me.

Everyone knows your name now.

No one knows mine.