School
The day Magic Johnson
was diagnosed with H.I.V.
I punched James in the
face in the high school
playground for calling
him a faggot. I saw James
5 years later on
Darlinghurst Street,
muscular and tanned,
in tight white jeans,
aviator sunglasses,
and a hot-pink singlet.
His arm lovingly around
another man with similar
clothes and build. I
smiled, "Both he and
Magic have somehow
made it," I thought as
they continued along
the road.
Brenton Booth lives in Sydney, Australia. Poetry of his has appeared in New York Quarterly, Chiron Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Main Street Rag, Naugatuck River Review, Van Gogh's Ear, and Nerve Cowboy. He has two full length collections available from Epic Rites Press. brentonbooth.weebly.com
The day Magic Johnson
was diagnosed with H.I.V.
I punched James in the
face in the high school
playground for calling
him a faggot. I saw James
5 years later on
Darlinghurst Street,
muscular and tanned,
in tight white jeans,
aviator sunglasses,
and a hot-pink singlet.
His arm lovingly around
another man with similar
clothes and build. I
smiled, "Both he and
Magic have somehow
made it," I thought as
they continued along
the road.
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