an empty card for father’s day
My father taught me how to always be present for family--
by never being there.
He taught me the importance of respecting your wife,
by belittling, battling, and battering his own.
He was a master at finances,
stealing my birthday money so he could buy cocaine.
His teachings of tolerance were exceptional--
screaming "gay!" just because I was shy around girls.
Our home was filled with his presence.
The way he created the family atmosphere
showed me how to create a home the kids wouldn't regret
returning to each day after school.
Yes, my father even taught me how to love
by never loving any of us.