to the man i called ‘dad’

i used to dream

that one day you would wake up

and you’d know what to do

with a daughter.

that you’d stop seeing me as

a list of achievements to brag about

to your tennis buddies

or a prize to be sold

to the right bidder.

but I don’t dream about that

anymore.

instead I dream

that one day u will wake up

in an empty house

by urself

and u’ll realize that

u can’t run a family like a business

and that children have more feelings

than stocks in a company do.

I don’t know which dream is

more realistic. But I do know

that you’ll be packing your bags

at the end of this month

because mom finally found the

strength to divorce you.

And I won’t miss your yelling

or your bigotry

or your money

or you.