Good Ol’ Dad (Doesn’t Care What I Wear)


I should’ve known better
than to stay up until almost 1
thinking I could finish sewing
my first dress in time to wear
for father’s day.
I should’ve known
I’d get stuck at the zipper.
Damn zipper.
Good thing my dad doesn’t care
about the clothes I wear.
I could show up in scruffy jeans
or a perfectly tailored dress–
it would all be the same to him.
He’d live in his underwear if he could,
and most of the time he does.
So I’ll leave the dress unfinished,
surrender to sleep
and maybe tomorrow
I’ll play some guitar
with good ol’ Dad
who doesn’t care what I’m wearing.


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