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At the Tacoma Art Museum for World AIDS Day Dec 1st I was honored to read my response to TAM’s Art AIDS America exhibit. After walking through the galleries, I wrote the following poem. Drought Dedicated to the many unknown women who tended AIDS patients when all others turned away. I only know of their existence and contribution because of the Tacoma Art Museum’s exhibit, Art AIDS America. There is a desert that
waits for water.
No. It doesn’t wait.
It burns,
it falls in on