love looks like
my face three chapters into romans,
musing that we'd both ****** a paul.
looks like falling in love with you falling in love --
i hope the next one is a boy.
looks like her tasteful lipstick, darker than mine.
looks like my tasteless pills.
looks like an empty linkedin.
looks like me finally saying
yeah, you were right, i do have daddy issues.  
what are you gonna do about it?
will you nod in understanding, as you did years ago;
or clam up, another god,
another parent,
undecided whether to save or punish
or turn entirely and run