Don'T Marry Meredith

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