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El Chango Blanco "The Vanilla Gorilla"

Alter ego. Masked avenger. Defender of all that is innocent and virtuous. Currently out of work.

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orange crush

i learned about death
in the sixth or seventh year of my life.
no longer a vague abstraction,
but an intimate reality.
he, my closest friend,
was a year younger than i.
we sat on stoops, sometimes with kris or keith,
usually alone,
and drank orange crush from glass bottles.

we climbed keith's tree in the backyard,
overlooking the creek where we'd spend hours
looking for adventure,
and swam in the lake through endless summers.

more than once, out of the blue,
he would ask,
"will you be my friend today?"

one summer, his hemophilia getting the better of him,
he stopped coming out to play.
the orange crush in glass bottles remained safe
in mama's garage.
but, i still climbed and played and swam
with kris, keith, and mike,
and the lake and summer remained endless.


he was buried with his baseball cap.
I was sad, angry.
angry that my friend left me,
understanding what had happened,
but not.
i didn't know what to say to his brothers,
to mike, to his family,
at the calling hours.


they drained the lake years later,
and with it, the water took a part of a memory,
a part of kevin.

i would be his friend today, now more than ever,
if only he were here to ask.
but i won't drink orange crush in glass bottles anymore.

OBX

i remember you.
i remember the smell of the ocean in your hair.
i remember wondering if the north carolina summer sky
would be jealous of your eyes
if it could have seen you through mine.
i remember how the sand blew lightly
across your copy of Jane Eyre,
as we talked for hours
and the sun burned my knees.
i remember the anticipation,
the child-like shyness
as two people found a part of themselves
in a new face.

i remember walking,
your hand in mine,
as the waves now and again hurried our steps.
i remember you running into the shallow surf
and throwing your arms around me from behind
and kissing the back of my salty, wet t-shirt.

i remember huddling under an abandoned beach house with you
waiting for the rain to end,
hoping it would last a lifetime.
i remember your lips on mine,
the weight of your body as it pressed against mine,
cradling me deeper into the sand,
and the moon and the lights of the pier
shining behind you.

i remember you waving,
and i remember wanting to cry.

i remember thinking i was in love with you.
i still think i was.

but mostly,
i remember you.

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