archival find poem # 7
a letter from my dad, circa 1980: he
reports my sister, “that superstitious
wench,” wrote him if he didn’t drink
for a week something nice would happen
he didn’t drink for a week and the double
martini he treated himself to at the end of
that period “was the nicest thing that
happened to me all week.” he does add
further surveyance of the letter indicates
the nice thing was supposed to happen to
my sister, he hadn’t noticed that before
now I’m hoping to find follow-up word
that a nice thing befell HER . . . or didn’t
©2018 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in Jul 12-18, 2018.
