Who should I look to be when AIDS took a generation of leaders & artists & mentors & thinkers & lovers from me\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n But the photo is a ghost: reflected boy who takes the picture, boy becoming thread. Boy sick again, undiagnosed, to whom these words will ring divine. Paint to pane, this sigil for departed, lives held in the glare against this glass. The photo is a ghost: boy not a boy but body double with rejection. Somehow, living then; a wasting king left wanting for long curls and smoother cheeks. The blue dress that will save boy still years off. Boy then is short hair and a loose black tee, scruffed face behind the camera. Above, branches off the sidewalk trees part and drop down midday light. Sun-skinned here, boy gospels with a generation<\/em>. And that night, perched upon a tub\u2019s ledge soaking feet and tonguing cankers, legions call again. Will wash boy\u2019s wounds with sweetened salves, will offer up salvation through new life. Today that boy is gone but isn\u2019t to be mourned. The sun still knows this spirit, how bright to light her walk below the trees.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n *This poem appears in The Florida Review<\/em> 46.2, Winter 2022.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The blue dress that will save boy still years off.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":7448,"template":"","categories":[9,49,119],"tags":[1877,1878,201,1879],"class_list":["post-7403","article","type-article","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-aquifer","category-literary-features","category-poetry","tag-accidental-selfie-in-the-photo-of-a-window-quote","tag-cd-eskilson","tag-poetry","tag-tfr-46-2"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n