my father’s vocabulary
In the history of American speech,
he was born between “Dirty Commies” and “Nice tits”.
He worked for Uncle Sam
and married a giddy Pittsburgh girl with a mouth on her.
I was conceived in the decade
between “Far Out” and “Whatever”;
the very moment when “go all the way”
morphed into “put it on”.
Sometimes, I swear I can feel the idioms flying around in my head
like moths left over from the Age of Aquarius.
Or I hear myself speaking and it feels like I’m carrying
a no longer groovy cologne from the seventies.
Back then I was always trying to get a rap session going
and he always told me how to tidy the garage.
Our last visit was in the twilight zone of a clinic
between “feeling no pain” and “catching a buzz”.
I had carefully prepared for this occasion
a suitcase full of small talk
– But he was already grabbed and walked backwards,
with the nice tits and the dirty clerks,
to the little town of his vocabulary,
Somewhere outside of Pittsburgh.
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