My Evolution
My Father
He was best loved when we understood who he was
And not what we wanted him to be
This happened moments after his death
Always restless, my Father should have lived in a treehouse
There he would have been happiest
He lived his life like a jungle creature
Climbing, restless, and crouched in eager anticipation
He was not created for orderly and domestic life
The compromise:
He left every wife he ever married and lived in a series of small and spartan apartments
It was in this culture that I felt most loved
We were all free
He loved his monkey children
