Wednesday, June 16, 2010
too old to need a father
All my pretend fathers are other people's fathers, discarded or outgrown. Good-intentioned and under-appreciated. With them I can finally be a golden child, over-looking short-comings and listening to long stories and minute details of their lives. I am eager to deny faults and bask in the glow of the smallest recognition, like a hopeful pet, desperate to be noticed and loved and doted upon.