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Angelo's Christening
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Angelo's Christening |
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Robert Jordan Member
since 2007-02-07
Posts 392Philadelphia Pa USA 
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Father John christen’s Angelo a steamy August Sunday after Mass at Saint Michael’s Church. Everyone is there. Felix’s sister Marika is the child’s God Mother, while Wawa is the God Father. Joan, Lavonia, and Madame Queen are sitting in the first row, with Madam Queen dabbing away at her tears. Charlie is there sitting next to Butch, who is wearing his trademark dirty pullover with the hole at his belly button. Ralph, Fred, and I are kind of sitting in the second row. Bobo is grouchy and threatening as ever, he’s sitting alone back behind me. It’s a nice quiet ceremony, very proper and all. We all troop on over to Felix’s place for our own special reception. It’s catered by Mel’s Cheese Steak Palace from down on Girard Avenue. Father John decides it’s time for him to go. He blesses everyone, tells them: “Have fun kids.” and leaves. Felix sits in a chair like a potentate, He’s holding Angelo in his lap. He hollers out—“Okay, all you hounds, here’s something you’ll never see again”. He claps his hands, and his sister Marika the God Mother, runs out wearing nothing but a fancy diamond studded g-string and a tiny wire strap with little gold cymbals covering her breasts. Her dark olive skin flows tight over her thin, muscular frame. She prostrates herself at Felix’s feet, while Wawa starts beating a drum. Felix snaps his fingers, and Marika jumps to her feet, begins a slow dance in the middle of the floor. After a few minutes of slow dancing, the pace of the drum beats picks up. Marika dances faster, and faster. Now she’s like a whirling dervish in the middle of the floor. She’s working her body all around the room, bending, and undulating into seemingly impossible positions. She just dances and dances, keeping time with brass slave bracelets on her wrists. Her long black hair is flying and swirling about her shoulders. She begins to pant, her mouth open, she is covered with sweat, gleaming in the lights surrounding her. On and on she dances, her chest heaving, guttural sounds coming from her throat. After ten minutes, she lays panting at Felix’s feet. He snaps his fingers again, gives her a little kick. She gives a loud wail, jumps to her feet. Now she is totally exhausted, her legs are becoming wobbly, and yet the drum goes even faster. She is moaning and crying from exhaustion, tears are streaming down her face. Her dry tongue is hanging out of her mouth. Finally, she gives a heart-rending cry, and falls like dead weight at Felix’s feet. Her ribs moving in and out as she pants and cries. She reaches out her hand to Angelo, who takes one of his aunts fingers, and holds it. Felix reaches down, picks Marika up in his arms. He kisses her, and thanks her. He carries her up to a bedroom, where she can get dressed. Bobby |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
nice poem i liked it ARCTIC WIND |
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