Categories: Poetry

Lifting The Fog On Castro Hours Back Then by Gerard Sarnat

Riffing off Cleve Jones,
muse of the AIDS quilt,
the world’s largest
ever community
art project, after
listening to his
fabulous fairy
tale interview
on Fresh Air
this mourning:

Gypsy taxicabs,
highway of death,
perhaps worst place
my blood-spattered
eyes have so far seen,
those colorful mothers of
mostly lovely men with
Kaposi’s sarcoma huff
into town. After our flat’s
furniture gets sold,
I am tossed onto
that street — now
to contemplate
three by six
feet panels
gravesize.

 

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Gerard Sarnat is the prize-winning author of four collections plus work that’s been published in magazines and anthologies including Gargoyle, American Journal of Poetry (Margie), Main Street Rag, and New Delta Review. Harvard/Stanford educated, Gerry’s worked in jails, built/staffed clinics for the marginalized, been a CEO of healthcare organizations and Stanford Medical School professor. Married since 1969, he has three children, four grandkids. For Huffington Post/other reviews, readings, publications, interviews; visit GerardSarnat.com.

Photo: Cristian Newman

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