Dive Bar Dad

Fired after a night of one workday,
she sat in a dive bar,
taking sips of vodka over rocks,
scrolling her phone for a job
and her dad.

She arrived in Seattle ten days ago.
It was said her father lived there.
She looked up at a man standing above
she feared would tell her to leave —
he turned out to be her dad.

(© 2022 AC)

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