2017 (c)
Many Psalters
make their own bestiary
from what they see.
Mine includes B for boy.
His illustration is missing—
he is known
by what’s missing.
Firstborn,
he refused the role.
My boy is beautiful—
beautifully wounded.
Half fiction
he believes his own lies.
I spent twenty years with him
and still cannot figure him out
or fit him in.
