Drinks
with Dad
at a loud
blues bar.
He paints
himself a smile
with his
cutely crooked mouth.
We flirt—
he with the men,
I with them all.
He drinks
a blood-red merlot,
I like Mike’s
Hard Lemonade.
My envious friends
love my dad—
“he’s so cool.”
They want dads
to take them out
to buy
not their love
but their drinks
at a loud
blues bar.
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