My refrigerator holds these dates as some sort of reminder,
Some of them are held on the outside,held together by magnets
or on a calendar filled with tick marks
and some of them are held together on the inside
held together by another kind of expiration date.
It's jazz Sunday on NPR
when I get to sit and shut off the world
and a cold glass of beer
and a warm glass of bourbon
is all i need to make me think of
(or some other far away place)
It's where my kid is and it's not in Florida
or on some beach on spring break
it's the actual country
and I feel proud.
Maybe it's the beer or maybe it's the bourbon,
Maybe it's the jazz or maybe it's the sojourn
but i feel good inside
and I hope she does too.