Poetry

If you believe you are safe ring silence draped over night. bring our end. I a mess want your attention, applause. There is a purpose for you real brutal clear. Two hundred thousand million...

Caroling at St. Vincent's, 1986 So typical of the sick, for years, my mind bent over microscopes, brooding for the millionth time about my injury. But now and...

Lines on my HIV Test “Glory and light of poets! now may that zeal and love’s apprenticeship that I poured out on your heroic verses serve me...

All I Know to Do Now even the numbers have no meaning for me metaphors like stars snuff out  Oh I care but I repeat myself the chanting  the banners the...

Days of 1993, ’94, and ’95                     The Montrose Clinic, Houston Timing; the lag. You couldn’t know....

Erosion As you die, a withering monument, I gather you pore by pore into my arms. Collect you and rock the crown of your offering—night sweats, your thinning frame, you...

Ash I was a kid and didn’t know you but went to your funeral my cousin died of AIDS but didn’t know what that meant just wore...

She Came Late to Writing She came late, her wheelchair hooked to a Critikon, her smile still slightly there, a bright red bandana tight around her head. She...

San Francisco General The final time I looked into your eyes they were in a urine cup three floors down. I hope the old gods slipped turquoise in your...

Inoculations in memory of Bruce Hlibok (1960-1995) Funny how much New York’s changed since you died. Rents have gone way, way up. Brooklyn is shockingly hip...