cuz he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world but all we kept seeing every sunday morning was an average latina in her 30's shuffling out of the doors to his townhouse and saying goodbye.
cuz he said sex after the second divorce was a ten. after the third, it was her. he was much older
he said a couple of us children were love babies, made in love. we never asked what he'd call the others
i remember one afternoon in long beach he kept talking. he was winning back his eldest kids and talking to em over carne asada and corn tortillas and employing his artful storytelling and personal revelations and he could turn it on like that
and when he'd turn it on it was like a spigot into endless earth
i got video of him that i've privately uploaded to youtube, i'd take the video without him noticing cuz once he got going he was in a zone all his own
never told him about the film festivals. never told him about the financiers. never told him about the lovely girl i took to big sur for the night.
i guess you and your dad have something in common my mom told me last weekend, an admission that only scratches the surface.
