Will Vigar

A Writer of Sorts

Kevin

maxresdefault (3)Kevin sat in the corner, quiet

and out of place and never

seemed quite comfortable

in the bosom of the family.

 

Always kept at arms

length. The tension between

my elders strong. Too young

to understand, they spat

 

hushed and venom laced.

I remember the mustard

rollneck tops and Hai Karate

The porn star ‘tache

 

receding hair

the twinkle in his eyes

and, I’m sure, the understanding

that we had, unspoken.

 

Not long after, he disappeared

and my Aunt was shamed

and angry. It wasn’t until years

later that i pieced together

 

the barbs and puffing chests

at the mention of his name

and how the implicit feeling

of camaraderie between us

 

came into sharp focus

when my uncle chased him

through the daily mail strewn

streets shouting something

 

about being seen

with another man.

 

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This entry was posted on June 11, 2017 by in Will Vigar.
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