My life did not intersect
With my father’s
Until I was 15
Then at 20
He took another hairpin curve
I could not follow
I tried to reinvent myself
To live in his leafy place
I could feel his roots in me
But I didn’t know how to connect with them
His brief acceptance was only a mixture
Of pity and oversight
My false hope posed as a certainty
Until I discovered
A dashed line around me
He scissored me out again
And did not cauterize my heart
But left me with a living scar
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