From the Previously Uncollected Work

Died of AIDS in 1994

My desire is like coral, growing
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.
from "Unattached"
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 (

endless breathless sleeplessness — of his bones are coral made

And so for day 1692