Kevin
Kevin sat in the corner,
quiet, out of place. He never
seemed quite comfortable in
the bosom of the family.
Always kept at arm’s length yet
the tension between elders
strong. Too young to understand,
they spat, hushed and venom laced.
I remember the mustard
rollneck tops, Hai Karate
and porn star ‘tache, receding
hair and twinkle in his eyes.
The understanding we had.
The implicit, unspoken
Camaraderie we shared.
He vanished. My Aunt was shamed
and angry. It took years
To piece together the barbs
and puffing chests at mentions
of his name and how the truth
came into pin sharp focus
when another uncle chased
him through the daily mail strewn
streets shouting something about
being seen
with another man.
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