I wish you didn't play with my head
Or I didn't play with mine
Or whatever
I wish I could look at your name
In the regular way
And not like a combat statistic
Pushing up daisies where a headstone should be
I wish I didn't feel.
Like a robot counting the days
With warm metal indifference.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Fatherhood
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