ELDER GIDEON
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#1 how mom’d rant at the evening news more menacing than Gorbachev’s mark of the beast or looming mushroom skull fire were the hordes of bare-chested men breaching TV screens demanding rights to be perverse! she’d spit wasn’t judgment clear? Queers! she never meant to target shoot my opaque silhouette blocking TV features of fallen stars Rock Hudson inhaling his own ashes
I bystood dazed in the early eighties a boy disembodied by his own desires a basement swollen shut its only window vented bullet holes
Santa Fe Literary Review
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