Thursday, May 3, 2012
Friday, October 21, 2011
take a bow
I'm afraid I will be left behind. The progressives will scoot past me veering toward roads not taken, as I sit comfortably nestled in my partner's arms zoning out to the X factor. Meanwhile, that other queer black artist dude is sucking at the teet of Rose-Lee Warhol Jones. And then, I'll turn around, my hair grey and my child marching off to college. I'll hold my partner a little closer - acknowledging my most meaningful performance: "the shoulder you leaned on."
Sunday, August 14, 2011
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