Poem of the week

Flushed

Prompting writing ritual about AIDS impact

Village autobiographical class

Digging below the ground

When my lover Scott was

Transported to Chris Brownlie Hospice

A cemented 1989

He had journalized not wanting to age 40

39 years had passed when he entered Hospice Care

Paul read a poem he had written

Scott was going blind

I didn’t know

Cozy hospice

Selfish relief

Reading out loud

No catharsis

First AIDS Hospice closing

Return to Angel City

Just flushing out

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