On my way to work, I walk by a hospice for people living with AIDS (one of two in the neighborhood). And as I passed this morning, I heard a woman singing in the courtyard, invisible behind a thick hedge. Her song was short — just one sentence on infinite repeat:
Y’all got nothing but sorrow,
But we have AIDS.
At the time, I wasn’t sure how to take that. And frankly, I’m still not sure. But it made me stop, and in a week like this, that’s kind of an amazing feat.
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