fatherhood

if i leave now,

i can be there in three hours, maybe

four

on a sunday.

i can change a light bulb

for him.

take him for a haircut,

a shave.

find the day old meat

in the frozen

section of the commissary.

will we talk.

not much.

will we understand each other,

of course not.

this is set in stone.

from cradle to the grave.

how can one

be a father when he had none

as his own?