I don't recall him leaving us
Leaving me.
She says it is probably one of those overly traumatic
Repressed memories that will come out in a nightmare
When im forty.
But I don't think I want to remember anyways.

I don't remember when he kidnapped me.
The initial napping of the kid, at least
I remember him buying me ice cream
The hotel in Oklahoma.
She had to pick us up because the car broke down.

I don't remember finding out he was in prison.
The first time
Or now.
And I don't know why he's there, and I don't care to.

I do remember seeing him with his balding head
And his Korn hat.
He offered to give it to me, and I declined.
I should have obliged. 
I guess I didn't want to see my long haired daddy-o be bald.

I don't remember what his voice sounds like.
That really scares me because I'm starting to forget everyone's voice.
But how do you forget your daddy's voice?

I guess I don't know him at all.

07/13/2003

Posted on 07/13/2003
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