Mundo Cruel by Luis Negron

Author:Luis Negron
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: mundo cruel, puerto rico, santurce, luis negrón, suzanne jill levine, sexuality, LGBT, gay, collection, story, community, manuel puig, transgressive, religion, humor
Publisher: Seven Stories Press
Published: 2013-03-12T04:00:00+00:00

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I told Caneca to leave the front door unlocked so when I got there I wouldn’t have to shout from the street late at night, drunk so I could face the old man, who pays good but stinks of rum no matter how much he bathes. As usual he forgot and I had no choice but to shout Paco, his name is Paco but I call him Caneca, like a bottle of rum, even though he doesn’t know. I shout Paco, Paco, and he hears me and I go in and he gives me food and a line of coke and sucks my cock and today I want him to make me come in his mouth—he makes me come like nobody else—so I wouldn’t have to fuck him because I really didn’t feel like fucking him that night, but I couldn’t come and then he said to fuck him and I fucked him and I said I was coming, but I wasn’t, and I screamed and said he was mine and the old man came and I laughed because it was funny that he was such a faggot.

I went home but the door was bolted and there was a note on the door saying this time she meant it, that I was abusive and I should leave for good. I knocked on the door and her ma opened it and handed me a bag with my things and told me I couldn’t come in, that the girl, her daughter, that is, my woman, didn’t want to see me. I went with my bag to Caneca’s house and shouted to him from the street but he didn’t open up. I checked the door and it was open, I shouted again, but not a peep out of the old man.

I went straight to the fridge and drank some water because the coke was making me thirsty, and the way home was long and that’s when I noticed it stank like shit, and I said, the old man is shitting and I went to the bathroom to tell him anybody could come in and kill you with the door open like that, and when I get there Caneca is sitting on the toilet with his tongue hanging out and a cord around his neck.

I was so scared I almost shat myself and I said fuck this, I’m outta here, and I left. But almost at the beach where I was going to see if I could find another old man or a gringo, I remember the fingerprints and go back to Caneca’s. The door was the same and I take off a sock to erase the prints from the lock and wipe them off the fridge and the glass and the whole place, and almost the whole house and I wonder if fingerprints stick to hair because I grabbed Caneca by the hair when he was blowing me, but I don’t think so and forget that and put the sock back on and go to the beach.

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