biographical snippet posted before it's too late

I have a son.

he wasn’t adopted

or born of a virgin mother.

he hasn’t suffered,

not that I've noticed,

or died. he’s living.

what else?

oh, yes.

he looks like me

during the time

when I was pretty.

I’m not childless

but so far he is.

he wants it like that.

I don't wonder why.

his girlfriend

is as beautiful

as mine during

the time when

we were pretty.

that would be

his mother.

this biographical snippet

is posted before it's too late.