A Different Distance
My heart sinks as night falls, minutes later daily. Soon, March, spring again, but “curfew,” “confinement,” still menace. “All this for a few old farts who’d die soon anyway . . .” comments in Le Monde. I remember the AIDS epidemic, shunned gay sons. I’d rather be shunned for flamboyant life than “for my own […]
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My heart sinks as night falls, minutes later daily. Soon, March, spring again, but “curfew,” “confinement,” still menace. “All this for a few old farts who’d die soon anyway . . .” comments in Le Monde. I remember the AIDS epidemic, shunned gay sons. I’d rather be shunned for flamboyant life than “for my own