Dad

I’m sorry he said
In that way of saying without meaning
Before turning back to his beer
Unaware the hollowness of his words
Rang like a bell
To remind me of all his other empty words
I swallowed for sustenance
But which left me starving
Always starving
For a dad to nourish me with love
Instead of the person I knew
Who was a walking buffet of rejection
With a dessert of resentment
For the kids he never wanted


©Heather Coldstream

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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