Being the poet of the relationship means that I am often stereotyped as the more butterflies-and-rainbows, skipping-through-a-field-of-daisies-barefoot, oddly dressed one. And in a relationship of only two people, your father is the one who does that stereotyping.
But then I left the camera in his area of the apartment during our standard home-office workday, and turned it on later to find THESE:
Blurred lines, strange angles, closeups on wooden molding?
I think we know who the artsy one is, now don't we*?
*It's still me. I mean, I write poetry, for Christ's sake.
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