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Tales From<br />
Wilton Manors<br />
Zine<br />
2 (<strong>2015</strong>-<strong>03</strong>)
Catholic School Boys In<br />
Trouble (Part 2) Gym Class<br />
- by Brett Butler<br />
I made no further gains<br />
toward my goal to go out<br />
with Luke Roberts. Pickles<br />
thinks I am getting too<br />
obsessed with him. I am<br />
starting to think he’s right. I<br />
did steal the towel he used<br />
in gym class after he took a<br />
shower. Do you think that’s<br />
weird? Well, everything is<br />
about to change and it all<br />
started in the worst possible<br />
place. Gym Class! I have<br />
no sports skills, since my<br />
skills are in shopping, not<br />
catching a ball. Although, I<br />
had to forge a note, I<br />
bought from Stevie, to get<br />
out of class. Sister Mary<br />
Eunice didn’t buy it and, of<br />
course, Stevie had a no<br />
money back policy. That<br />
Bitch! The teams were the<br />
shirts vs. the skins.
I prayed, please don’t let me<br />
be a skin. Pickles looked at<br />
me and pointed his finger in<br />
my face, to remind me. “Girl,<br />
you’re Jewish. The man<br />
upstairs cannot hear you.”<br />
Just then, I saw Luke (he was<br />
a skin) as he took his shirt off<br />
to reveal his eight-pack abs. I<br />
almost fainted! “Boy, look at<br />
the huge cross around his<br />
neck. That boy is headed to<br />
the priesthood,” Pickles<br />
said. “Shut up! It’s a rumor,<br />
God wouldn’t take that off<br />
the market,” I said as I wiped<br />
the drool off my chin.<br />
Pickles and I were spared<br />
and put on the shirt team. We<br />
just hid in the back and acted<br />
like we were playing, but we<br />
would just gossip. Today I<br />
was too busy watching Luke<br />
build up a sweat. “Catch!”<br />
Daniel yelled out. But, I was<br />
too busy scanning Luke’s<br />
body into memory for
personal use. Hey don’t<br />
judge me, we have all done<br />
it. “Sweetie, watch out,”<br />
Pickles yelled out to me.<br />
When I turned, the<br />
basketball hit me in the head<br />
and I was knocked out. I hit<br />
the floor. Pickles screamed,<br />
“I love that he is so<br />
dramatic.” Luke ran over to<br />
me and a little bead of sweat<br />
from his chest hit my cheek.<br />
My eyes opened and for a<br />
minute there, I thought I was<br />
dead, because Luke looked<br />
like an angel. Luke helped<br />
me up. “Are you ok?” he<br />
asked. I couldn’t answer<br />
him, because he was<br />
shirtless and sweaty. His<br />
sweat just touched my face<br />
and he saved my life, I<br />
thought to myself. Sister<br />
Mary Eunice just looked at<br />
us, “Walk it off Blair!”<br />
Pickles ran over to me.<br />
“Sweetie, are you alright?”
I put my hand on my cheek,<br />
“Yes, he saved my life<br />
Pickles.” Pickles replied,<br />
“You know your bitch of an<br />
ex did that on purpose!” I<br />
was still dazed. “I must thank<br />
him then.” Pickles put his<br />
arm around me and walked<br />
me to the locker room. By<br />
lunchtime, I was convinced I<br />
was on Luke’s radar. Pickles<br />
and I ate our lunch, when<br />
Pickles dropped his diet<br />
Pepsi and told me, “A new<br />
boy has transferred to<br />
school. His name is Jordan<br />
Marquese.” Let me tell you<br />
about Jordan. According to<br />
Pickles, he is a boy whore.<br />
He was thrown out of his last<br />
school, because he did it with<br />
the volleyball team. Jordan<br />
was tall, dark, and<br />
handsome. Pickles hated<br />
him, because they were<br />
supposed to make out at a<br />
party, but Jordan told
everyone that Pickles was<br />
frigid. As Jordan came<br />
closer to us, I could feel<br />
Pickles’ anger begin to rise.<br />
Jordan sat down and looked<br />
only at me. “I can solve your<br />
Luke Roberts’ problem.” I<br />
smiled at him. “Tell me<br />
more.” Pickles waved his<br />
arm. “No, don’t get involved<br />
with this one. He may have a<br />
face like an angel but he has<br />
the soul of the Devil.” Jordan<br />
frowned. “My dear Pickles,<br />
are you still holding that<br />
Junior High School<br />
grudge?” Pickles said, “Oh<br />
girl, hold me back!” I said,<br />
“Pickles let’s hear him out.”<br />
Jordan smiled. I must admit<br />
he has a killer smile. “Luke<br />
hates me. So let’s go to the<br />
dance together where he’ll<br />
see you with me and he will<br />
want to date you.” Pickles<br />
rolled his fake green eyes.<br />
“Sweetie, that’s not a good
idea.” I looked over at<br />
Luke’s table as he kept<br />
looking at us. “Maybe he has<br />
a point Pickles, a fake date to<br />
get Luke jealous sounds<br />
good to me.” Jordan nodded<br />
his head. Pickles pointed in<br />
Jordan’s face. “What’s in it<br />
for you, pretty boy?” Jordan<br />
replied, “I get Luke upset,<br />
that’s all.” I asked, “Wait,<br />
but isn’t Luke going to be a<br />
priest?” Jordan leaned back<br />
in the chair. “I heard he was<br />
kissing some dude at the<br />
Gateway last weekend.”<br />
Pickles took my arm and<br />
dragged me away. “Sweetie,<br />
this guy lies all the time. He’s<br />
up to something.” Jordan<br />
stood up. “Meet me at Java<br />
Boys after school.” I noticed<br />
Luke was looking at me<br />
again, but so was everyone<br />
else. Pickles never gets mad<br />
at me, so this was a first. I<br />
was so conflicted. I knew he
was right, but this might work. A<br />
strawberry smoothie when Dan<br />
came in. “First Luke, now you’r<br />
drink from my smoothie. “I am<br />
replied, “Please, we are going d<br />
dear.” Daniel walked away in h<br />
think of, was that I was really lo<br />
down. “Sweetie I don’t want to b<br />
news.” As soon as he said tha<br />
checked him out. Luke Roberts<br />
not happy to see Jordan at Java B<br />
I grabbed Pickles’ hand. “So you<br />
polo team?” Luke said. Time s<br />
Kenny, the barista, stopped serv<br />
take your losing team and make<br />
“Yeah right!” Jordan looked at h<br />
have a problem with that Robert<br />
can’t wait to see you fail, that’s<br />
to happen Roberts” Jordan came<br />
and I mean everyone, was looki<br />
“Your kind is not welcome here,<br />
and looked at his reflection in t<br />
going to the dance with me or n<br />
Pickles, then at Jordan, then at L<br />
I felt like I was having a General<br />
Nathan, Levi, and Maxie. My he<br />
him<br />
an
t Java boys, I was on my fourth<br />
iel, my ex teen-age drag queen,<br />
e chasing that Jordan?” I took a<br />
not chasing anyone.” Daniel<br />
own a dark path these days my<br />
is mini dress, when all I could<br />
sing it. Pickles came in and sat<br />
e a bitch, but that Jordan is bad<br />
t, Jordan walked in. Everyone<br />
walked in behind him. He was<br />
oys. Luke got in Jordan’s face.<br />
’re the new captain of the water<br />
eemed to have stopped. Even<br />
ing coffee. “Yeah I’m going to<br />
them winners.” Luke laughed.<br />
is cell phone and smiled. ”You<br />
s?” Luke looked around. “I just<br />
all.” Jordan turned. “Not going<br />
and sat at our table. Everyone,<br />
ng at us, but not in a good way.<br />
” Pickles said as he fixed his hair<br />
he napkin holder. “So, are you<br />
ot?” Jordan asked. I looked at<br />
uke, and then at Pickles again.<br />
Hospital moment, the one with<br />
ad was spinning. I had to give<br />
answer.
Between Movements &<br />
Ages - by G. Manson<br />
racing frames across<br />
dim projecting light<br />
boxed with shine & gloss<br />
painted over bright.<br />
we’ll all burn away.<br />
safe film of decay,<br />
locked in storage, for<br />
we’ll all burn away.<br />
will you escort your<br />
own predestined fate?<br />
we’ll all burn away,<br />
a scene much older,<br />
but in legend stay<br />
with luck, grow bolder<br />
and may never fade.
Bok Choy – by Brett Butler<br />
(Inspired by Mary<br />
Mantione)<br />
If you find Bok Choy in<br />
your refrigerator, then it’s<br />
the end of your<br />
relationship. I saw it and I<br />
did not know what it was. I<br />
mean we had been together<br />
for eighteen years. If it<br />
weren’t covered in<br />
chocolate, then Max would<br />
not have eaten it. So, this<br />
little slice of health food<br />
raised my eyebrow, when I<br />
gently asked, “What the<br />
fuck is this?” He kindly<br />
responded, “I want to eat a<br />
little healthier.” Healthier?<br />
I thought. I met this man at<br />
McDonalds eating a McRib<br />
when he was 22. He just<br />
turned 40, and I am now in<br />
my 50’s. Health food has<br />
never gone into his mouth.<br />
So, I have this fuckin’ Bok<br />
Choy in my house now.
Well, it wasn’t long after,<br />
that our relationship began<br />
falling apart. Don’t get me<br />
wrong, my friends told me<br />
we were in trouble long<br />
before the Bok Choy<br />
incident. We stopped having<br />
sex a while back and<br />
everything, I mean<br />
everything, he did was<br />
getting on my last nerve.<br />
Now I am no angel either. I<br />
am kind of a neat freak and<br />
he is kind of a slob. Like after<br />
he takes a shower, he leaves<br />
the towel on the floor, and if<br />
I don’t pick it up, it will sit<br />
there forever. I also do<br />
everything for him. I make<br />
his breakfast and pack his<br />
lunch for work. I take care of<br />
him when he is ill, but when<br />
I am sick; he lets me lay in the<br />
bed for eight hours, without<br />
ever checking on me or<br />
asking me if I need anything.<br />
One time, when he did come
in and ask, it still took<br />
another 45 minutes to get the<br />
water I requested. I did not<br />
see those signs, but I did see<br />
the Bok Choy. We stopped<br />
going out and would sit for<br />
hours not saying a word to<br />
each other. So I decided not<br />
to pick up his wet towel after<br />
his shower and to not make<br />
his breakfast or lunch, so you<br />
know what, he got upset and<br />
called me a bitch. We had<br />
been together so long. I just<br />
wanted to save our<br />
relationship, so I went back<br />
to being that Stepford<br />
boyfriend. I went back to<br />
picking up the towel,<br />
cooking, and even then he<br />
made me wash his back in<br />
the bath. One night I washed<br />
his back and neck and<br />
thought about fuckin’<br />
choking him, but I kept<br />
doing it anyway. I remember<br />
what a lost lamb he was at 22
and now at 40 he was a<br />
successful businessman. I<br />
pushed him and paid for him,<br />
to get a college degree as I<br />
painted and sold my<br />
paintings to make him the<br />
spoiled Bok Choy eating<br />
man he is today. The fighting<br />
increased and I prayed and<br />
prayed for guidance. The<br />
Bok Choy finally did it for<br />
me, so I lost it and moved<br />
out, until my best friend<br />
reminded me that I own the<br />
house. Three months later I<br />
walked into the house. It was<br />
clean. I was expecting flies<br />
in the air and rats running<br />
through the house, but it was<br />
cleaner than the way I kept it.<br />
I ran to the bathroom<br />
expecting to find a mountain<br />
of towels, but there was<br />
none. I ran to the refrigerator<br />
and opened it only to find<br />
even more Bok Choy. At that<br />
point, I snapped and threw
his shit out on the lawn. I<br />
changed the lock and moved<br />
back in. I think I was so mad,<br />
because he acted like a<br />
helpless child all those years<br />
and I thought he needed me,<br />
but in reality maybe I was the<br />
problem wanting to take care<br />
of that helpless child. I did<br />
see him at one of my art<br />
shows and my friends all<br />
growled at him for showing<br />
up there. He was with an<br />
older man, even older than<br />
me. He looked happy, but I<br />
felt sorry for his new<br />
boyfriend. I am sure he is<br />
picking up his wet, smelly<br />
towels every day. As for me,<br />
maybe I will find love again<br />
or maybe not. I will keep on<br />
painting and know if I do<br />
start to date again and see<br />
Bok Choy in the refrigerator<br />
that I will have to run, run<br />
like hell…
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