Slag Review
January 2019 |
For the dear one who said I put AIDS in their ear
For one panicked moment I believed you believed within a pillar of fear, doubt, loathing the cries for yet another Devil’s Island My tongue traced your salt found each source and shiver oh beautiful one, I understand fear do you understand the luxury of loneliness You, destined for other arms in other rooms My tongue silently sang your beauty tasting the lines of your hands how easy it is in this life of fiction to fit someone with an iron mask in yet another The Prisoner of… remake The priest shall pronounce then unclean. All the days shall they be unclean, and they shall dwell alone outside the encampment. And they in whom the plague is, their clothes shall be rent, head bare, face veiled, and shall cry out to all who approach, Unclean! Unclean! Where Leviticus meets Dumas, meets Hollywood circa 1936, meets Playbill gay-boys at Bent on Broadway, meets Angels in America, meets Rent, meets KS and pneumocystis, meets CMV, meets Anita Bryant, Jerry Falwell, Ryan White, Rock Hudson, AZT, meets ACT-UP, meets die-in’s, meets Silence = Death, meets the CDC, T-Cells & CD4’s, meets PEP and PrEP, meets sero-conversion, side effects, drug resistance, meets not-you, meets poz-pigs, bug chasers, meets clean & UB2, meets loss and loss and loss, everyone, pieces & parts, meets on-line, on demand, virtual animations, more tokens please, meets burning effigies hung from AIDS quilts, meets apathy, meets AIDS is manageable, meets AIDS is over, meets no one, not-you, no one, not-you, none Our tongues useless paralyzed in threnodies Are you clean? Distance demands, Are you? Clean? and we, prisoners of our blood, guardians of our body fluids Unclean, we cry, Unclean |
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