Any part of this story would be hard to tell.
Even when I walked on his back to ease the tightening.
Even the rent-controlled apartment he and Victor shared for years,
absurd in Harlem for under a grand.
Six big rooms.
He'd danced. But there was no controlling his body then.
Dance Theatre held a memorial. They'd become routine.
But he'd made it to '91.
Danced through full blown stages.
I saw Victor in Miss Saigon in '94. He sang out of tune.
Rent is a much better musical but it's hard
to keep track at first. Not just one person is dying.
And it's so emotionally draining, since they're all so young
and not supposed to die yet.
The music's awful but the story rightfully complicated,
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