photograph by DadI once dated a bartender.
We met when I tried to play football.
He drove a jeep, called me a suit,
and bought me white chocolate chapstick
from the Gap.
He'd needed a clean shirt for work
and believed laundry to be a waste of time.
I knew it was all temporary.
I never even met his roommate, the actuary.
He wanted to be a cop,
like my dad,
and he was still in love with his ex-girlfriend.
She didn't bother with manicures.
He introduced me to
Everlong
and Aurora.
so lyrical
ReplyDeleteOkay - I can't even pay attention to the poem (although I like that it seems to be a little irreverent in tone)... That photo, Denise...! So beautiful...! It made me smile! I am completely intrigued by the photo, your Dad's name (what's his background?), and the words... they're all teasing me in the most delicious way. What a sweet post!
ReplyDelete-maria
Char, I can see what you mean.
ReplyDeleteMaria, You are very observant. My father's family is Latvian. He is from a big fun bunch of 9 children, all with interesting names.
that is the cutest picture!
ReplyDeleteand a very charming story/poem
Lisa,
ReplyDeleteI'll have to pass your picture complement on to the photographer. He did capture a great moment and mood.
Thank you for for your kind words regarding the story/poem too.
Denise