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It's funny, because I've vacuumed under your bed 
a hundred times in the past two years
I've dusted the black bedside table
picked up your Scotch and Soda pants off the floor, 
still jingling with belt attached 
All of your belts and shoes are brown
My father told me as a child, that homosexuals
were identifyable according to the colour of their leather
-  Brown meant straight - black equalled gay - simple!


It was an odd jolt seeing your face for the first time
Framed in slim silver, large laptop screen size photo
A typical care filled composition 
Brunette, proud as puch five foot five, linked her arm 
Through your blue shirt arm, her grin was relief saturated 
She had to be a Christian, your family is devout Christian 
Appearing 25,  she no doubt felt a first sexual encounter 
was long overdue 
But catered for entirely by God's intention


Anyhow, Aaron, I'm sorry I digress, - you're a busy man
Hence I've never seen you on a Friday when I clean there
You haven't yet moved out of Mom and Dad's s home, it must
make it easier to keep life in order, avoid giving in to urges
1920's movie star you are, in glinted silver screen frame 
Minus Charlie Chaplin moustache 
Plus ten pounds, giving your face cherubic cuteness
Kewpie eyed expression unphased
jowls harking harmless ventriloquist puppet


Don't be upset
If I described myself it would be similarly unorthodox
Vacuum zooming (according to aggressive motor noise) 
I gazed at your lax lipped purple tinged face
-  it has to be the most obvious unspoken secret in your family 
-   Aaron, sweet child of God. 
Your world won't have a bar of who you are


Your Mother had just returned to position a large vase 
showcasing three dozen orange roses behind your frame 
Plus a cellophane covered hamper of high end liquor 
God, Aaron - your upbringing has enclosed you 
aligned with their strict beliefs
You'll need to put that cellophane over your mouth
Wrap it tight around your heart
- You have a congregation to consider
you'll be alright
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