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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 />


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 />


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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Brett Butler<br />

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