a real man gets a job
and keeps it
the same one for
years and years and
decades
a real man owns a car
and buys a house
a real man finds a wife
a real man starts
a family
a real man provides
for others
every day of his life
my dad
has done all of this
sacrificing his own
desires, driving
an hour to work and
an hour back
every day
my dad fit the profile
he’s a real man
sometimes i want some of
these things
but usually i just don’t
usually
i imagine myself
differently: running
from
all the routine and
obligation, disappearing
to some
remote corner of
a forest or
a desert or a canyon
shrugging off every crumb
of what i’m
supposed to do as
a real man
and becoming something
wilder.
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