I’m gonna miss him.
The unparalleled gift he had for always ending up with the one room in every cheap motel where the indent was driven so deeply into the mattress that we had no choice but to spend the whole night clutching and clinging to one another- and wake to the only shower without a knob.
The near uncanny knack he had for choosing a soft secluded place to just spread out a blanket, away from the hustle and bustle, away from the crowds and the noise, yet invariably atop the only fire-ant mound or a patch of poison ivy in the whole freaking forest.
But most of all, I’m gonna miss the dexterousness with which he could hold a cold beer in one hand, and fool around with me with the other- bringing us both to a head at the same time- but never quite allow either of us to make it over the edge-
What do they call that? Ambidextrous?
I’m still gonna miss him.
This silly little ditty includes two of the three phrasal prompts (although, I am thinking the third has been implied, tnkerr) on the OLWG #120. The phrases were:
- a cheap motel
- John’s long gone