90spoems/grayphoto

The grayed photos on the dining room table in San Francisco, his carnival ware on the shelf. Our mothers laid out in front of us.
He grows orchids in his living room. Does he take them with him when he moves to the country? Are they in his room when he dies?
The two big issues of the time, Aids and homelessness. I have no phone. He cannot call to say goodbye. I cannot find him.

9/30/91 (John died in ’93 I think??)