Kevin
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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