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The Positive Side Fall 2003 Poetry Death is for the Dead AIDS AIDS AIDS I’m saying it The world looks and sees what it wants They have memorials written They have you wasted and dead skeleton in your bed AIDS AIDS AIDS Oliver Wendell Holmes once said “To find true happiness, get a terminal illness and take real good care of your self” real good care…pajama parties cookies& milk afternoon naps kinda care lots of LOVE LOVE LOVE I see angels flying above everyone’s head I see miracles all day long in oranges brown fat crawly bugs on the big time journey across the towpath ducks in winter Ginkgo trees raining yellow GINKGO GINKGO GINKGO my dog smiling and wagging its tail to the rhythm of three sweet altos “knock, knock, knocking on heaven’s door” Rivers are always miracles they aren’t stopped by rocks bridges boulders beer bottles old tires dead bodies or even dead refrigerators they go around over above under embracing all they touch they never go back to the beginning to get it right changing forever seeking accepting expanding being We have mortal worlds filled with gods Buddha Christ Vishnu Mohammed and Henry…the hitchhiker’s god they walk us through to the end shedding our named coats our finely pressed out laid out figured out fitted in life suits no expectations no more mundane earthly matters 9-5 skull famine weight loss facelifts fashion statements free to go home the early release program do the mambo till dawn safe sex erotic safe sex free of judgment guilt and shame death is for the dead and living is for every one else AIDS AIDS AIDS Hey I said it don’t memorialize metaphorize hypnotize categorize or sanitize me its hard enough living with an illusion no more definitions of my death no more sympathetic death sentence eyes I’m not dead dying no siree Bob I’m living just thought I’d let you know —River Huston River Huston, 42, is an award-winning poet, author and journalist who was diagnosed with HIV 13 years ago. To read about her whole story, go to www.riverhuston.com. | |
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Decisions about particular medical treatments should always be made in consultation with a qualified medical practitioner who is knowledgeable about HIV-related illness and the treatments in question. MORE | |