Daddy Issues

The worst part about not believing in god is that there is no one to barter with  

when my dads’ cancer drugs

make him too weak

to lift his arms

he says to my mother,

‘don’t worry’

manages a smile

attempting to be

as luminous as his love

‘everyone dies of something,’

he says with a smirk 

he’s the dreamscape who called kids who were not yet his

to ask for their moms hand

in marriage

calls me by my chosen name

spent what felt like every childhood Saturday painting my nails and making pancakes in the shape of my initials. 

had two-thirds of his kids come out as queer and never once questioned us.

Why

would a sentient god disappear

a man like that? 

it took me half a life to know of toxic masculinity’s existence

because i was raised

by its antithesis.

who now sits five years into cancer 

as the final boss

he isn’t going to beat 

sometimes cancer can’t unhappen

sometimes people do

in my dads unhappening 

the number of nodules in his organs match the number of  

years I have been alive.

I want more years

but I want them with him. 

however, the oncologist noted,

“if nothing changes 6-12 months.”

My dad doesn’t believe that

and, for once, I don’t argue back. 

Keyma said “hope is what we gift ourselves when suffering takes it all away,”

and who am I

to take the ribbon off

of a gift that is not mine? 

I once envisioned him walking me

down the aisle-

gifting me, right?

but now my visions are of myself

fatherless

in a years time.

I microdose grief

so as not to be completely asphyxed by it.

I get choked up

every time I leave my parents home

I think maybe I should’ve stayed a few hours longer.

carried the conversation even when it felt heavy

There was, at times, lots of silence

and won’t there be plenty

plenty of time for that?

Here’s the thing.

I don’t have daddy issues

I have who the fuck am I going to be without my dad, issues.

When I catch my reflection

I am haunted

by the likeness in our faces.

What happens

when that semblance

is the closest I can get to him?

Does anybody know

the word

for missing someone

before they are even gone?

Published by ampersandthenwhat

Writes poems. Tries to be a better person everyday. Doesn’t have it all figured out.

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