I LEANED
against the wall
next to Dani, thinking,
staring at my father who wasn’t my father at all.
At least not like I had imagined him.
A man who moved with precision,
patience, purpose,
not no willy-nilly
buck-bucking off
at randoms at random.
Spent my whole damn life
missing a misser.
That disappointed me.
And he stood on the
other side of the elevator
staring back at me,
wasn’t sure what he was thinking.
Maybe that I was exactly how he had imagined.
Maybe that disappointed him.