Years later, CHENEY
prepares to discover
who his he@rt-donor was.
Fearing it was a black lesbian,
he asks his gay daughter
to accompany him.
“This way there’ll be nothing
sleazy about doing this,” he says
as they walk the long corridors
of Walter Reed Hospital, past
its crumbling walls, great rusted
window-grates, closed bathrooms.
CHENEY begins to realize
it might have been a soldier
who might have served in Iraq,
& trembles uncontrollably. His
daughter holds him tightly.
They finally arrive at
the janitors’ slack-room.
Nobody there is white.
Some are women.
CHENEY blurts out:
“Anybody here a lesbian?”
One woman speaks up:
“My wife w@s.”
CHENEY’s he@rt thumps,
more than, more than once.
(25 MAR 12, Santa Clara CA)v1
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