A father
Two fathers
I have two
Well, I have one

He cares for me. He is there.
Occasionally, he annoys the
ever
living
daylights
out of me
and he admits that
he cannot understand me
and that that frightens him more than anything.

I want to tell him that my ever present sadness
and the fear which, at times, threatens to vibrate my bones to jelly
till it drips out and down my fingertips
sticky and hot and red red red
I want to tell him that it is not all his fault

But my other father.

I never knew him
but mom says I have his wit
and his artistic flare
she only said that once
and we both cried

tried to email him
round about a year ago
no response

It is your fault, in part
not yours alone
but I cannot help but to resent you
you coward
nothing but a coward
left me when I was not even out and in the light
never once did my blue eyes see you
Did you know?
They look like yours.

A father
Two fathers
I have two
Well, I have one