Poem, Grim, AIDS, To Render Invisible, Generational Trauma
By Bigotry Unkindled
June 9, 2024
honey, a hummock
is just a dirt hammock
raised for each of us
once we’re done with up
put a stone on
lay some word flop
we’ll get on getting
what we’ve come for
an endless swinging
stainbow intersectional
where burial or burrow
we’re just speed bumps
but love, before we go
before someone says no
we can band, we can vote
like someone lives for it
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