Growing up I wanted to be…
what? I don’t remember, I don’t
really remember.
I wanted to be grown up I think and that was
the long
and
short of it

Now I am grown up and I have a
daughter, a reflection
of my DNA, a
piece of me
out in the world.

I don’t know who she is.

As a father I was dismal, removed, a
failure in most
respects…except
the
bank account.

Even then I was always, always
always
looking for the next opportunity, the
next career boost, the
next
big thing for
family, for
quality of
life.

ha ha ha that is funny

And I usually took them, went there, did that
uprooted
relocated
changed for
the
better…and that
is funny
too.

I don’t know who she is.

Maybe, I’ve never known and now
now
now she is a million
miles away but
she has always been
a million miles
away.

Even when she sat next to me
the same room
the same
house,
town
state.

I don’t know who she is…and…
don’t know how
to
find her.