In the Heat of the Night
Thinking of our parents
having sex
is a weird thing to do,
like when you’re a kid
hearing a squeaky bed
wondering what was going
on in there.
I’m glad they enjoyed it
resulting in my four
sisters and me.
Though we’re in our
fifties, sixties
and seventies, we’re still
an important
part of each other’s
lives.
And living in California,
Colorado,
Nebraska and Ohio, it
often gives us
places to stop by when we’re
traveling.
When going back to PA to
see the folks,
when they were alive, we
in the west,
would wish that one of the
Nebraska sisters
would have ended up in
Chicago
so we’d save on a motel.
But it’s nice to visit two
at one time
like I’m doing now.
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