From Memphis with Love . . .
Crude is the word, is the word, is the word
“It’s got groove, it’s got meaning.”
Last night, we sat side by side
eating dried mango slices
watching John Travolta dance
in that way only he can.
I have waited for the day
when you would be old enough
wondering if you would get it,
if you would see the world the way I do.
If you would walk that subtle line
where crudity would sometimes make you laugh
because laughing at our flaws lightens
the burden, strengthens us to be better people.
And other times, if crudity would disappoint you,
even as you tried to understand it and let it point you
towards a better way.
As we watched the story unfold,
I listened to your laugh, heard your critiques
and watched you parse the beauty and
your recognition of Heaven and smut bound in our DNA.