Poem: the change

for years,

dad would ask me if I’d be coming for dinner

last sunday in june

“no, i’d say

i’m going to the gay pride, dad”

“why you want to go to that, he’d ask”

“cause you don’t have cute girls for me to meet here”

and he’d be quiet


his mind going

he asks and i answer

“going to the gay pride”

he says “you should be happy”

i chuckle to myself

thinking it took dementia

for him to change

@2013 – Vittoria repetto


Posted on July 10, 2013, in italian american lesbian poet, NYC lesbian poet, NYC poet, www.vittoriarepetto.wordpress.com and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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