Vertically Letting the Life From You

Because, right now, there are hundreds of people on a single college campus and every last one of them knew my father, or know of him.
Because I had to go to sleep every night so that he could change my batteries.
Because he got lost on purpose.
Because he told me to invite the mummy to tea.
Because he waited to be a father to everyone else.
Because he wouldn't let us kill spiders.
I'm jealous of all those who can write about their fathers.
Because obviously, I can't.