I said daddy didn’t make much money for his age
And didn’t even try, anymore, to go to the bathroom in the correct room.
Daddy looked traumatized.
He defecated and cried.
He said the bookshelf was once filled with literary masterpieces
technical books of all kinds—
The classics, ancient and modern masterpieces
Pornography and whatnot—
But that he’d sold them all to buy me.
That’s when I found out
I was adopted.
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