Poem for my Dad

By Kevin Ridgeway

do you remember that time
you told me you were high
and pulling out of your
partner’s garage
in your stolen Cadillac
and you saw that naked man
climbing the utility pole,
high on angel dust
screaming
gibberish to god
as you blasted
Harold Melvin
and the Blue Notes
and parted your perm
with your comb
and shook your head,
heading off into
the dawn sunlight?

Originally appeared in The Idiom.