november poem-a-day, day 6
Last night I met Deb in a part of Portland I hadn’t explored yet, and I loved the name of the place she chose. When I saw the prompt for today, I knew I wanted to write about looking for an actual place. I thought it might help me avoid pontificating too much about life or love. Fat chance, right? But I do think the name of the place deserves to be in a poem.
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Poor Deb. She is going to read this and say, “That’s not how the evening went at all!”
Here is what I did (which is often what I do): I took some real bits of the evening and added some elements from my fantasy life.
There are only two things I will reveal: our waitress really was named (birth name!) Tiger, although she does not work at the Teardrop (she works at our second stop of the evening — we drank and chatted for 5 hours!) and, sorry to disappoint you, but Deb and I did not kiss.