Dec 26

Sternly Departing/Divorced Fathers and Pizza Crusts (Halliday Double Feature)

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Sternly Departing, by Mark Halliday (1949-)

Nobody seemed to notice me for three days in San Diego
as if I were less significant than a spindly palm tree
yet when my plane took off from the airport
at that moment all over San Diego people paused
and glanced into some crystal of absence;
the plane’s wheels lifted unequivocally from the runway
and San Diego was left with a diminished portion of the possible

and in particular several thousand quite healthy women
in their twenties and thirties (okay and early forties)
felt a sudden shiver and fearfully touched their hair
as my plane rose sternly into the blue
of the tremendous Unavailable, so gone and so debonair.

 

Divorced Fathers and Pizza Crusts, by Mark Halliday (1949-)

The connection between divorced fathers and pizza crusts
is understandable. The divorced father does not cook
confidently. He wants his kid to enjoy dinner.
The entire weekend is supposed to be fun. Kids love
pizza. For some reason involving soft warmth and malleability
kids approve of melted cheese on pizza
years before they will tolerate cheese in other situations.
So the divorced father takes the kid and the kid’s friend
out for pizza. The kids eat much faster than the dad.
Before the dad has finished his second slice,
the kids are playing a video game or being Ace Ventura
or blowing spitballs through straws, making this hail
that can’t quite be cleaned up. There are four slices left
and the divorced father doesn’t want them wasted,
there has been enough waste already; he sits there
in his windbreaker finishing the pizza. It’s good
except the crust is actually not so great—
after the second slice the crust is basically a chore—
so you leave it. You move on to the next loaded slice.
Finally there you are amid rims of crust.
All this is understandable. There’s no dark conspiracy.
Meanwhile the kids are having a pretty good time
which is the whole point. So the entire evening makes
clear sense. Now the divorced father gathers
the sauce-stained napkins for the trash and dumps them
and dumps the rims of crust which are not
corpses on a battlefield. Understandability
fills the pizza shop so thoroughly there’s no room
for anything else. Now he’s at the door summoning the kids
and they follow, of course they do, he’s a dad.

 

NOTE

Today is a double-feature (or triple-feature, counting the Christmas poem) because I have been too  busy cooking Christmas dinner and wrapping gifts these past few days to update, and I like both of these poems very much.

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