a brief autobiographical extract posted before it's too late

I have a son.

an only child.

he wasn't atomized into existence

or born of a virgin mother.

he hasn’t suffered the cruelties of life. but--

that is–– not that I've noticed.

what else...oh, yes.

he looks like me during the time

when I was pretty.

he's childless, and as far as I'm told

he wants it that way.

I don't question his reasoning.

his girlfriend is as beautiful as mine

during the time when we were pretty.

that would be his mother.

this brief autobiographical extract is posted before it's too late.