my father was not in the telephone book in my city.
my father was not sleeping with my mother at home;
my father did not care if I studied the piano;
my father did not care what I did;
and I thought my father was handsome and I loved him and I wondered
why
he left me a lone so much,
so many years
in fact, but
my father
made me what I am
Diane Wakoski: “The Father of My Country”
