Fall 1992 • Vol. XIV No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 1992 |

When Rafael Met Jorge

The conversation floundered for a while. I punched his arm. It hurt him. Locker rooms Kept telling us that everything was cool. The college felt uplifting, miles and miles Of pines unable to prevent the sky, Unable to clamp down on us. My folks Included him in private family jokes. His father dryly warned me not to write The summer after freshman year. He knew. He knew that we were friends, that friends could seem Like lies, all honesty. The lockers gleamed A different gleam when we returned. We knew Two different men were walking someplace near— Their footsteps fell upon our souls—They drew each other near, and kissed. We saw The open campus, our eyes everywhere.

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