AIDS
I hope the poetry reading on safe sex would be the last one I will do this year. So many deadlines I have to finish. When I have four deadlines, I am fast. Six deadlines, I can still hack it. Twelve, I ossify. I am totally "staring at the wall." Three days and I have done nothing. The cellphone texting tone mortifies me because it might mean a simple "Hi" from my bosses.
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