6.7.23


Thas a crazy gift 
                  he turned the anniversary card in his handopening closing it reading it three times
Its Dads handwriting
 
You know it is, saw it on the package the envelope the card.

Yes I did It is

Of course it is.

Donya think its an odd gift

she laughed gayly 
                      Actually it has history.

   The illuminating magnifying glass has history

Yes.  You provoked it . .
. . I  me   I provoked it

Yes. 
      You joked about it on Valentine’s Day . . 
. . Valentines Day  Christ thawas months ago 
                                                   Do you recall my provocation 
I do.

Woudya care to enlighten me

Of course. 
            You remarked to the family that you didn’t understand why husbands boyfriends gave chocolates to their lovers, once ingested, forgotten, why didn’t they . . . did you want to run the ball in from here? I see in your face you remember.

Yes I remember 
                 I asked   Why werent they giving their partners the gift tha keeps on giving  Then in my imitable style an timing I said  A vibrator
Almost brought down the house. 
                                  One helluva a collective groan.

Prudes

Perhaps. We’re not in their bedrooms.

No  Thank you

flipping the magnifying glass over and over in his hand threesixty handle to handle 
                                                                                        So how does this related to that

You don’t get it?

   I don

That’s terribly unlike you.

Yare dragging your fee . . 
. . I’m not, I’m not really. 
                              I’m relishing the moment. 


Thas plenty of relishin babe

I wish you could see your face. Impatient . . but somewhat humoured.

Humoured 
            Waitin on the punch line   Wheres your sense of timing                
I have no timing, that’s your forte. 


   And

And . . the magnifying glass from your father is a sex aid.

he smiled
            then acted like he was playing a snare   slapped a rimshot

505preferred,  Monday,  5  6. 23
1818,  Thursday,  6  7. 23


June20 he checked on Trumpvirus deaths 1,167,387

today sixteen days later he learned 1,168,414 Americans have perished 
                                                                              64 a day 
he anticipated the day 
                           an then the next an the following when Trumpvirus quit killing
  he might be dreaming

321preferred,  Thursday,  6  7. 23
Three Dog Night  Eli’s Coming  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5irfFgRgIA 


He kills me, but I really can’t resist not coming to hear him sing.

she confessed she drove two hours to hear him
                                                  I can’t either. Are we pitiful or what?
they laughed unabashed
                          concluded with a fullthroated Pitiful.

they met in line at Will Call

the show was SOLD OUT 
                           an intimate venue sensational acoustics a refurbished small chapel  vaulted ceiling 
This is too good.

Huh?

It once a church.  

Are you sure?

I read that, seems wholly appropriate . . no pun intended.

she tilted her head birdlike  Are you sure? 

I am. 
      I haven’t a clever bone in my body. Whenever something comes out of me – clever – I am not responsible. 


drawing closer they saw the tickettaker at the window was bearded  she seemed very pleasant 

Oh my, that’s so unfortunate. I feel for her.

I feel wonderful for her, she’s rocking it, look at her:  Not my problem.

she looked closer 
                  Well.  Excuse me.  You’re right, it’s not her problem.  I ought to apologize.

I think you'd be redundant. Likely she’s heard that every day of her life since puberty.

You're right. 
              I’m a silly cow.

she rearedput her hand on her shoulder Silly cow? Who says that?

My Mom.  It’s queer, I know, though whenever I’m foolish that’s what she calls me. I took it badly at first, then I saw the humor in it.  Just goofy.

Mind if I coopt it? I’ll credit your Mom. What’s her name?

Judith. Not Judy not Jude . . . Judith.

Judith Wheeler.

Yes.

Easy to remember, my father’s initials.

See. Meant to be. 


collecting their tickets her beard was downy seating was openthey decided to sit together

I was almost jealousy. 

Damn right, me too. Cornsilk. 

Yes. Yes. That’s absolutely right. 
                                    Cornsilk.  I couldn’t think what.

the warmup act tuned stagechecked her instruments mike
she exhaled a haunting Oooh.

What’s that about?

He’s gonna make me cryI always cry. His songs his words kill me.

Me too.
He’s the only person who is able to make me cry from the outside of my eyes.

   The outsides?

You’ll see. 
           You will see.

2318,  Saturday,  1  7. 23
1131,  Thursday,  6  7. 23