The Lola Dads. by Pablo Tanguay
The following is a poetry excerpt from issue 33.1 (Spring 2009) of the cream city review. It appears on page 43.
THE LOLA DADS.
Pablo Tanguay
They stay at home. They carve
from plastic foam the os and as and glue
them to the ls the Lolas make the Lola
Moms carve before they leave for work. They paint
the Lolas pink, and ask the Lolas where
the Lolas want their Lolas hung. The Lolas
traipse about the house, and point to barren,
Lola-less space. They hang the Lolas there.
And then they stand a few feet back, and then
adjust the Lolas. And then, and only then
(because they are—the Lola Dads—less
than optimistic), they check the time. It’s only
1:01. The Lolas pine for more
Lolas. They’re asking Daddy, is there time?
Tags: 33.1, excerpt, Pablo Tanguay, Poetry, Spring 2009
August 27th, 2009 at 5:16 pm
Beautiful and wonderfully odd. I bet Lacan is vibrating in his grave.
September 15th, 2009 at 2:27 pm
“The Lola Dads” reminds me of some of the surreal times I shared with my children at home days on end when they were very young. Wonderful!
September 28th, 2009 at 2:22 pm
This is delightful, Pablo.
December 28th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
And the question was stirred, The Lola dads
read one about the lola dads
stumbled and thought–
where are the do dads?
do dad this
do dad that
shy flush look
pots and pans shook
wash this that
hug kiss pat
and Absent dads can’t do that–
lola dads come home
a quarter after four
November 5th, 2010 at 7:22 am
Great poem, but I’m not surprised. Just wondering where my friend the lola dad himself is now. Pablo, how are you?