cautiously approaches me
as i sit
on the porch reading
the paper,
and says,
dad, we need to talk.
she sits down
beside me,
and puts her hand on my
my hand.
i see the ring on her
finger.
she starts to cry.
it's okay, dear, i tell her.
congratulations.
it's about time.
your mother has been wanting
to use your
room for a sewing
room,
for a long long time.
so who's the lucky guy?
Jimmy?
the stockbroker
that you met in your seventh
year in college?
oh, no that ended five
years ago.
it's some dude i met online.
he has a podcast
about
the eco system
and how it's affecting
red wine.
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