One of the problems
with the muscle of language
as it continues to develop
is the precise manner
it may choose to express itself.
I cleaned my morning teeth
head still wooly and unclear
amass with sleep
and observed myself considering
the child who lives here
as a mostly ‘feral little chancer’.
An uncharitable assessment
for a father to dismiss a son with
but also at root an accurate one
as regards all children and most dogs.
He has not yet learned the artifice
of controlling his body in space
how to appear as one thing
while truly feeling another
the essential social lies of the adult
who wishes to be liked and loved.
He wants to please certainly
but bathes otherwise in the ignorance
of the unconditionally loved
a perfect country before the borders close.
-May 30th 2013