From the Previously Uncollected Work
Died of AIDS in 1994
My desire is like coral, growingfrom "Unattached"
up out of the disintegration
of other things, a shape
into which masses of watery
light are poured. My love
exists to prove you impossible.
Donald Britton
In the Empire of the Air: The Poems of Donald Britton edited by Reginald Shepherd and Philip Clark
"He neither inhabits his body nor is he cut off from it." John Yau (http://hyperallergic.com/307257/the-many-pleasures-of-reading-donald-brittons-poems/)
endless breathless sleeplessness — of his bones are coral made
And so for day 1692
01.08.2011
