I'll hold the window
in place
you screw it
to the wall
my father said
he had the seriousness
of a professional
his dark hair and eyes
firm
rock like
I took a screw
and proceeded
to screw the window frame
to the wall
my father
was engaged
in the work
I was thinking of Marion
the blonde
who sang
with a band sometimes
who I met some nights
over a drink
and she talked
about music
and how she
had a good relationship
with her father
and how she'd say
Daddy can I go
out dancing?
and he'd say
yes my crazy daughter
and she laughed
I sat there
just listening
seeing her
blue eyes shine
and her body pause
with life
and I asked
what about me
and you and bed?
you mean sex?
she said
well yes
I said
O my
I can't sleep
with anyone
not until I marry them
she said
that's like opening
a Christmas present
before Christmas
can't be done
so I put that idea away
and we just talked
and drank
and she sang
a few of the songs
she sang with the band
doing that wiggly dance
she did
her blonde hair sprayed
like a huge bouquet
of flowers
is it firmly in?
my father asked
you need a good screw
to hold it in place
yes that's what I
was thinking
I said
pushing the thought
of Marion
out of
my 17 year old head.
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