Remember the first time

your kid gets dumped and


the way he plays that hate

song over and over and

then again      After he’s trashed


his boyhood bedroom – 

ripped down posters

and thrown his piggy bank,

torn up the teddy bear


you bought him before he

was born and you were 

the victim of a phone


call. No, I don’t think

I love you any

more or any

less. And how


your son crying

on the floor hurt

you more.