Last night my ex and I walked past the AIDS Memorial on our way home for the bar. Thousands of names of the dead are displayed on plaques that are posted on tombstone like monuments that follow a path in this small city park. My ex and I followed from the first plaque at the beginning of the path with the names of those who died in 1983. We follow the path.. 1984. 1985. The lists get longer. 1991. 1992. More and more names flood the plaques. So many names they resort to using a smaller font to make room for them all. 1998. 1999. Some names have nicknames like "madame" beside them. Some are merely first names. 2001. 2002. There are the end of the path stands a gentleman. He has been watching us the whole way. As soon as he sees us see him. He turns slightly to the, feigning an attempt at being discrete. And he unzips his pants and smiles at us.
He wants to fuck. 2005
Does he remember AIDS?
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