the blonde joke

you tell your father a blonde joke
on the phone. he says, wait. I need to
write this one down, hold on.
you hear him getting his magnifying
glass, his pad of paper, his pen.
then settling back into his chair,
okay, he says i'm ready. go.
okay you say, speaking slowly
into the phone, his hearing
nearly as bad as his vision.
what do you call a blonde standing
on her head, you ask him.
there is a pause, as you hear
him write it down, then
he laughs, and laughs,
and laughs. he doesn't even care
about he punch line. the question
is good enough. that's good, he says.
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