"Bob Migliore"
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Dedicated to my good buddy Bob, a long-time friend who died of a disease white, middle-class, heterosexual suburbanites weren’t supposed to die of. His manner of departing inspired me to begin the personal work I'm continuing to this day.
"Bob Migliore" Bob Migliore was a big pal of mine From the old neighborhood, my kind of guy. Quick-witty, with a twinkle for his beautiful wife And a mind of his own on the topics of life. A passion for learning, a yearning to roam, But he punched a clock 5 days a week; Helping to build silver ships in the sky; Wanting so much more than just to get by. An old Dodge beater to drive to work And a real attitude about jerks. He used to say: "If you die with the most toys, you win!" A camper, two pistols, a bike and a boat. But he had some bad luck, terrible luck way back when: A one-night stand gave him more than he thought. Five years in hiding, his killer appeared. Bob took him on - did he ever show fear? A yard with a kennel: his Suburban Dream, But when are things ever just what they seem? Fighting crabgrass and plugged-up drains Robert Migliore died of AIDS. Now, Pat, his widow, is a little dynamo, Telling her story wherever she goes; Teaching understanding, patience and hope; So angry at her fate but still able to love. Watching him suffer I gathered a lot About what matters, about what does not; About the value of fam'ly and friends; And even when Bob was close to his end He kept his sense of humor, quick-witty way about him And it made me so proud, proud to know him. Bob, good buddy, I miss you.
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