Every body was built to live.
But not everybody is given the chance, the tools, the support to survive.
There is war within isn’t only waged within
our cells. T cells do what they can,
but Atripla cannot combat the words of ma
and pa that hit upon skulls and hearts like
bats on balls or balls flying into mits. There
is no such thing as being undetectable when
your status is seen as a public good until it is dis-closed. When open,
it becomes a wound you didn’t know was festering.
What you thought was antiseptic, was simply a drug to lure you
into a drunken step toward criminalization. No need for consent.
There is no power, no right, ability to say yes because poz folks can’t
fuck under law. Can’t make love. Can’t spit. No matter how undetectable they are–if they know or dis-close
that status. Only way to make love, is to fuck yourself.
Don’t get tested.
Don’t take meds.
Stay closed off to your body and then,
you’ll have a defense. The court forgives those that
fuck without a clue–despite the advent of death creeping. But the
survivor is damned despite her inability to transmit. Some might say
it’s simply scientific ignorance or social stigma but those of us who know
there is no mercy for queer,
Just a cell in somebody’s prison, because you chose to know the molecular
pieces of you and share those truths. Silly.
The truth will lock you up.
You weren’t meant to survive on these lands,
knowing yourself. Ignorance is deadly bliss and if you want to live,
that is how you must do it.