his sexual picadillo's

my father's last

and final

girlfriend calls me up on

the anniversary

of his passing, we share

a few

funny stories about him,

how he liked

to cook,

and read,

how he enjoyed music

and fast cars,

Texas Pete hot sauce

on nearly everything,

and then the conversation

veers

off into his sexual

picadillo's.

i cringe. 

why me?

she's 89.

i don't want to hear it,

so quickly

i turn on

the washer and dryer,

the blender,

i set off the smoke alarm,

and turn

the volume up on the tv.

finally,

she stops talking and i tell

her,

well,

glad you called, talk again soon,

happy new year.

then quickly i run upstairs

and take

a steaming hot shower

with lava soap.