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Cyclic Poems, Set B, "Pulsar" - 3. Neo's Gay Boyfriend
Saturday night, Oh My God, He is not back
yet and it’s almost three. He is probably
still with that Neo guy that drops him off. I’ll leave
my door slightly open so I can sense when…
…Sunday at noon.
-- Corbi, we’re back from church, kids are fed. Can you get up? You’ll need to take care of them.
-- Okay Marie, keep my door open.
--Okay, bye.
--Bye.
Half an hour later Gabie walks in… it felt like a second later…
-- Can you wake up and play with me? Mom said you would be taking care of me and us after church when they went to the grocery store.
They exchange graces and she leaves through the frame.
I need to get up and take care of the kids
She has been a good mother to me also
I was thirteen when Uriel was born, Let’s see
About nine when Marie married dad, good time
Sad time for both of us when mom suddenly …
I’ll shower when parents return from the store
Why do I allow Asie to do this to…
Need distraction, clean yard a little today
Little sister out of the room and in his
Need to dress, cold outside, need to cover briefs
…I allow Asie to do this to me, why?
Naa naa naaaa naa naa naaaa naa naa naaa naa hmmm…
Nothing obvious on the floor I wanted more
Saint Cudahy is a few days away hmmm…
Good excuse to… where are my green and grey Fallen[1]?
Drop by and say “Hi!” and blame it on the day
Across the house Uriel walks into the kitchen from the outside with the “borrowed” camera in hand and Rafael in tow.
-- Can I see the wepo’t again?
--Yea but allow me to touch the buttons myself, thank you very much.
Rafael had moved a kitchen chair aside as Uriel fumbled the “borrowed" camera.
-- Wee’re back in people! ! !
-- We back in!
Next day is a Monday Morning, a school day. Rafael follows his older brother. The younger is half the older. He is half the size. He is half the height. He is half the age. Monday morning blues. Both walk to school. Fairview Elementary is their destination, eastbound, away from 69thstreet.
-- Don’t forget to eat your snack today.
-- Okay.
-- Don’t cross before me. We cross together.
You always tell me the same thing ova’ and ova’ and ova’.
-- I know!
Kid, he doesn’t respect his elder.
Eldest grabs gently the younger’s shirt, they cross the avenue with not much fuss. Marie returns back into the house, content that both are safely on their way to school. Corbi,Corbulo, caches most of these sights from his room’s south facing window. He’s getting ready for his drive to downtown Milwaukee. Asie, now sleeping north, in his own room, is in Corbi’s mind.
This will never work, he is my stepmother’s
brother’s son, Augustus’ son. I remember
the afternoon I went with mom to Michelle
International Airport to pick up her
nephew. November, Tuesday before Thanks’ of
last year. He looked so sad. Blue boy, gay,
just like me. Twenty two, I think he said, one
year younger than me… Neo is his nick name, I
think that is what Marie told dad, ‘his
friend’s name was Nero Nadir.’ Dang it! I can’t
I need to stop this thinking….
GO forward lad
AND seek that one
YOLK that satisfies
BAD desires
OVERT yearnings
YOU sense a need for
Asie leaves home through the kitchen door and decides to travel north on foot via 69thstreet. It is his second day off from work at a bar from afar. Today Monday he will not be going to the bar strip on Packard avenue in the city of Cudahy. So, he will not be seeing his love Neo, Nero Nadir. Last night was spent at home. He had played with his cousins, three, and talked with their father Michael, Mike for short. Aunt went to work in the evening so they all had an early dinner. Mike widowed once, had a son, Corbulo. Son spent the late afternoon doing yard work. He too had Sunday off. Asie continues walking.
Outside endlessly seeking
Memories of Saturday’s
Good night of…
Not the same Patrick
but a saint any way
Born on Saint Patrick’s
day don’t remember
date Died 1919
Repeating number
They’re Always easy
to remember that way
At the end of Lay
ton avenue the
statue’s plaque read
Irish, Cudahy, just
like that St.Patrick
guy, Founded the city.
Sold meat too. Neo took
me to that park near
the bar before I
started working on
a Saturday in Dec
ember Nobody
there cold very cold He kept me warm The lake
was aggressive It looked like an ocean
I opened his jacket He didn’t care
I took mine off partially just the right
sleeve put my right arm under his open
jacket and pressed my hand on his spine I
wanted to make him mine arm back I could feel
his heart’s pulsar. It began to get dark
That was first date for me but not for Neo
He had he me confused three plus a trick
Abused not four nitch less
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