Fathers

I have two fathers.
One who wouldn’t recognize me
if I were to walk past him on any given street.
One whom I yearn the attention of
but no longer want me.

Neither are with the woman I love.

So I’ll let you pass your dirty remarks—
Your hush hush that I pretend not to hear.
Tell me I have issues
because I most likely do.

But I promise mine are bigger than
the mere …