my dads cup

(11-2-07 - 833pm)


there were
certain
cups that my father
always
used.

they were like my
dads
cups-

they were plastic
and
tall
and
skinny

it was not official
that i could not use
them
but
for the longest
time
i never even thought
of using
them.

it must have been
some kind of
coming of
age type
thing
when i finally started
using them.

i cant remember
the
exact process
-like when i first used them-
but i do remember
being conscious
of the fact
that i was
finally
using my
dads
cups.

and only now
in a more advanced
age
have i
started to
comprehend
the significance of
using dad’s
cups