role model

Thas a heavy lift

An awesome responsibility

he didnt have one  woudnt want to shackleupbraiddefame anyone 

                                                                         Whos yours  Think about it

I don’t have to think. 

Thinkplease

I don’t I know.

Your father

  Yes.

         Have I said before.

Yaoughta know

I don’thave I said?

Yes

        Which is why I wanted to you to search your mind not grab low hanging fruit 

He wasn’t.

Don take offensedidnt mean to offend you   I should have prefaced it your role model outside the home

How many role models do you think people have?

I don know people are faceted Soundsseems reasonable to have more than one

I’d have to think.

he gave him that shot in the headDEADlook

                                             Which is why I asked you to think not just regurgitate whaya think ya know

I know . . my Dad.

Yave said

I have.

             Who’s yours?

Ive thought long an hard more than I care to admit  Lotsa candidates no one head an shoulders above the rest

But maybe not role models

Maybe heroes  artists mold breakers freethinkers freetinkers  men women  courageous unafraid willing to diecommit to every fuckin hill they climbed

                                 Whod want someone at their back who woudnt stand pat

Your Dad wasn’t?

No

You want to think a moment on that? 

No

   I know  As kneejerk as you did

suntime,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  8. 22

454preferred,  Saturday,  6  8. 22

a friend irritates him he swears his abiding affection for Tom Brady  calls him the GOAT

he doesnt share his affection rather when GOAT drops he hears goat thinks goat takes him literally

No no no . you know what I mean.

Goat Your family has animalskeeps goats

Why would I mention their goat?

Goat milk tasty goat meat tasty  They help sustain your family

Hobby goats, kids raise them, then July, County Fair, they compete, sell the animals. It’s something for the kids to do, learn responsibility.

Excellent reason

But I’m not talking about the kids’ goats.

  Oh

       Got to be more specific Goat doesnt suggest your boyfriend heartthrob 

NOT.

      I’m talking about the Greatest Of All Time.

Your quarterback Touch football Tommy

Would you quit with that?

Im as fond of Touch as I am of the former president Almost in the same boat . .

. . Are you out of your mind?!there’s no comparison.

There is

How?

Whas tha thing we talked about last week  two opposite things actually near each other in the extreme

Yes yes, the ah . horseshoe effect, horseshoe theory.

Thas it

There’s no comparison between the two.

There is

NO.

Actually there is two opposite things   Athleticism

The fat orange man isn’t athletic.

Is your GOAT

He’s the man yes, he’s an athlete.

Agreed Good   We have two individuals opposed Your boyfriends svelte really fit Fatso not However in my mindbending the arch following the horseshoe up I prefer mine balanced on its end youya don ya don have to say I know  you prefer yours hanging downward donwanna work tha hard falling is easier than climbing  The athlete the nonathlete in the extreme theyre very near each other anbecause I dislike them I havent wanted either to traipse across my experience I coud give two shits for either yet they have 

Follow my explanation

                         I follow football games purposefullynot tha I have followed your boyfriend I follow politics an unfortunately cunt found his way in wha  hes a GOAT too but for nefarious reasons

I disagree.

Not reasonable  Not rational

I just disagree.

suntime,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  8. 22

322preferred,  Saturday,  6  8. 22

Blood, Sweat & Tears  Spinning Wheel  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFEewD4EVwU

they walked among the graves carefully negotiating their steps so they didnt step on someone 

it was an old cemetery

the monuments were ornatethe workmanship exquisite

palegreen lichen etched most script and lines

there were birthdates 1700s

uniqueunusual names

many stones had epitaphs written inside carved scrolls

some headstones were likely taller than the child who was committed to earth sorrowful veiled angels watched over them

there were enormous family plots

large mausoleums constructed of stoneblocks perfectly articulated joints

the grounds were arbored furnished with small elegant flower gardens peppered here and there with whispering reflecting pools murmuring fountains wide stone benchestheir seats quietlyworn honed over the decades

he looked over at her she was just standingbrushing dirt from her knees time and again she had been overwhelmed by stories the gravestheir headstones told   

he walked towards her taking his handkerchief from his pocket Come here

she walked selfconsciously to him You think I’m silly?

No no folding his handkerchief moistening a corner with spit holding her chin he gently rubbed dirt away from her eyes erased teartrails 

                  Not at all Cemeteries tell storiesmake us want to have been able to know who the people were   Are you ready to go

tenderly Yes. Thank you for bringing me, I didn’t think I’d be so moved . . so . very moved. she began to weep again 

he hugged herwhispered into her ear 

                                       I think you better hold onto my handkerchief  he chuckled quietly

I’m being silly.  she cooed

Be how you feel Its for all the right reasons

they walked from the lawn to the graveled road it was meticulously graded

the stones crunching under their feet provided them solace  reassurance

they parked outside the cemetery beyond the arched ironworked solitary gate short walls of piled stone lead away at either side delicate flowering plants grew out of niches between them

he mused  A cemetery full of peters 

Hmm she wiped her eyeswiped her nose  I hadn’t noticed many.

paralleling the wall she followed his gaze left 

                                                he said  Erect stones  not flaccid lying on their bellies

she tilted her head like a dog listening to a whistle 

                                                        Oh!  Oh, you’re terrible.

Thas good Still have your sense of humour

playfully she slapped him in the shoulder You’ve terrible! 

                                                             despite of her redrimmed eyes she laughed  You are terrible.

Its a talent

suntime,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  3  8. 22

1100,  Saturday,  6  8. 22