Erik Orosco thinking about my uncle during a concert, November 9th

For Richard Monnier


in the close quarters of rickshaw’s

between hickory and fell


queer bodies rolled

like chesapeake tides

east coast queercore

revelieries, shouting


no man will ever love me like I need him to

while back home


your photos stir under six feet of clutter

newspaper clippings, leather harnessed you


tramping up california’s capitol

shouting


to die a closeted man

is to die a closeted man


years before you

and your friends


found a House In Virginia[1]

with cocktails and a month-to-month lease.



[1] House in Virginia is a polite, dinner table way of saying somebody has HIV/AIDS.


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