this morning #1760.
this morning, out of the blue, my father called. as you might expect from what i’ve shared, it’s been a while. he’s in phoenix now. new wife. new life. said he might be in town next month. solo. likely when you’re here. some scheme, it seems. said that if he comes, he’ll give me a ring. maybe drop by. said he’d like to at least get a beer. catch up. UGH. anyway, that’s got me feeling off today. i did compose this brand new poem though: cupid took out an arrow. drew back his bow. took aim at my heart & then let go. bullseye. pulled out a second. drew back his bow. aimed for you. two in a row. angelic archery had brought us together & whether, at the time, fair cupid knew, that day he’d created peak pleasure.