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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 63. The Barber
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[The Barber]
He was a barber
and some of the kids
used to yell queer at him
as they strolled by his shop.
He
would always tighten his grip
on his scissors,
breathe deeply
and stare off into the mirrors
for a moment,
imagining himself
crying with rage.
And then
he would go on with
his work
with the same composure
as always.
He was a barber
and when I strolled by
his shop I used to stop outside
and cruise him.
He
would always tighten his grip
on his scissors,
breathe deeply
and stare off into the mirrors
for a moment,
imagining himself
in bed with me.
And then
he would go on with
his work
with the same discomposure
as sometimes.
—Ernesto Bañuelos Enríquez,[i]
1978
[i] “The Barber” Ernesto Bañuelos Enríquez, from “The Story of Myself and Some Friends in These Fragments of Daily Loves” reprinted in Now the Volcano: An Anthology of Latin American Gay Literature [Winston Leyland, Editor] (San Francisco 1979), ps. 77-79
https://archive.org/details/nowvolcanoanthol00leylrich/page/76/mode/2up
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