and my parents younger
and they lived here
six months of the year
the only time I'd get mad at my dad
(my mom and I squabbled
every other week
or so)
was when he'd look at my husband getting
ready for a training run
and declare he wasn't
"built for running."
my dad... my corporate bigwig dad
had two secretaries once, but now
of the fan club our sweetly narcissistic
toddler so desired...
that dad
was telling me my husband--who
was spending hours running
every day--was unsuited
to running
But dad. I'd say--he's run marathons
what do you mean he isn't
built for running? And on
and on we'd go.
my dad had had polio when he was five
his withered left leg still hurts, his
uneven legs (like these lines)
but that dad didn't care how his body was built, he