Is it possible to write a clever country song about A.I.D.S.?, no, there is the smell of hospice hard to convey & last wishes & throwing open the salon window, your girlfriend speaks in the currency of T-cells, & this crappy 4/4 song just mentioned cancer like an all caps affliction, angina elevators & Downward Dog, I give you the crossover Hulk & Samson hangover, “I fuckin’ need you tonight!,” milemarkers crazy & scientific angle, you are the most inviolate & twisty Wednesday lesbian, everybody celebrates your dance floor come on, so proud of your vast underachievement, we are waiting for your night car, for your carb overload, & superhero tights, wait for it, I need to drink water now, looking forward to Sunday brunch homemade Mexican food, bone-in but inveterate, ventilate for a rush of air, my cuz paid for it, your cousin frenched my sorority sis, enhanced by Ginko Biloba, taken downtown by the Metro
© Adam Bresson
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