How Adult-Like.
how adult-like, your dinner-and-drinks manner
how completely inpenetrable
your sturdy castle of thought
how securely guarded, your suspicions disguised
as friendly inquiries
like
"you look good"
and
"how's your father"
my father is amazing.
tall, proud, true.
so adult-like
with a childs eye
and a missing
mothers care.
looking good,
i see well enough
through your
book clubs and therapy
to know that i'm just another step
in forgiving yourself.
how polite-like, your offer of dinner and drinks and futile advice.
how polite-like my acceptence of your meager attempt at being there
masquerading as a friend
so falsly eager to discuss my demise
as a child
and my rise as a woman-
my father lives in my heart.
everyday bringing wisdom and insight
but, you, my mother, my creator,
have no home in my body
you occupy my self-pity
and lend yourself to my nightmares.
so child-like, your attempt to escape reality and fufill your selfishness.