Leah wonders why we sleep with people without protection, and as she recounts the suffering of her friend, I wonder as well. A loved one’s irresponsibility provides the catalyst for this poetic and personal essay. The topic lends itself to a more emotional delivery, nevertheless she does manage to mark a clear distinction between the casual “I’m thinking I’m gonna get this big, fat, juicy piece of gossip” and the latter “his bones stuck through his skin coat like death”. The story alone is enough to draw you in, but the eloquent writing is what kept me engaged. The piece is short and sweet; perfect for any show looking to reveal the human side of a worldwide epidemic.