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The Conversion - J.Neil C. Garcia
The Conversion - J.Neil C. Garcia
GARCIA
THE CONVERSION
It happened in a metal drum. felt like they had turned into water.
They put me there, my family Waves swirled up and down around me, my head
that love me. The water bobbing up and down. Father kept booming,
had been saved just for it, that day. Girl or Boy. I thought about it and squealed,
The laundry lay caked and smelly When I rose the same two words from father.
Dishes soiled with fat and swill The same girl kept sinking deeper,
piled high in the sink, and grew flies. breathing deeper in the churning void.
My cousins did not get washed that morning. In the end I had to say what they all
Lost in masks of snot and dust, wanted me to say. I had to bring this diversion
their faces looked tired and resigned to its happy end, if only for the pot of rice
to the dirty lot of children. left burning in the kitchen. I had to stop
All the neighbors gathered around our wearing my dead mother's clothes. In the mirror
open-air bathroom. Wives peered out I watched the holes on my ears grow smaller,
from the upper floor of their houses until they looked as if they had never heard
into our yard. Father had arrived booming of rhinestones, nor.felt their glassy weight.
They were big, strong men, my uncles. I should feel happy now that I'm
They turned the house inside-out redeemed. And I do. Father died within five years.
looking for me. Curled up in the deepest corner I got my wife pregnant with the next.
of my dead mother's cabinet, father found me. Our four children, all boys,
He dragged me down the stairs by the hair are the joy of my manhood, my proof.
into the waiting arms of my uncles. Cousins who never shed their masks
Because of modesty, I merely screamed and cried. play them for all their snot and grime.
Their hands, swollen and black with hair, bore me Another child is on the way.
up in the air, and touched me. Into the cold I have stopped caring what it will be.
of the drum I slipped, the tingling Water is still a problem and the drum
too much to bear at times my knees is still there, deep and rusty.
The bathroom has been roofed over with plastic.