December 1, 2023
The dark man died of AIDS. I watched my hero crumple
deflate as quickly as a Christmas ornament shot with a bb gun. And
less caring by the world.
They were few because I had
few friends but I loved intensely and
immaturely and youngly, naively, some
suffocated, others evaporated, all were given a death sentence
back then.
And here I am, through a forest of chance reminding myself
that if I don’t leap now, into life
I will have done them
the greatest disservice.
