“PRIVATE LIVES”

I can’t believe I’m doing this
Soft scented letters and e-mailed jokes
Wrapped in quietly desperate envelopes

Scanning the rows of ads for single dads
and it seems a wedlock child is an exception
the dream of love is my protection.

Someone’s dad
hopelessly mismatched
through a contact ad

too insecure
to stand on my own two feet
I need someone to tell me I exist.

01-09-00

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