boy

he sits on the floor
damp dreads falling over his shoulders

the house is full, busy
but there is a (relative)
quiet in my room

do you want to hear some of my poems?
he says
(notebook resting in anticipation on his lap)

let's see..
do i want to hear some of your poems?

are you kidding?

how often does a mama get that
from her little boy,
the child,
a man,
her friend?

yes, boy,
i want to hear some of your poems