Against Writing about Children
When I think of the many people
who privately despise children,
I can't say I'm completely shocked,
having been one.
I was not
exceptional, uncomfortable as that is
to admit, and most children are not
The particulars of
cruelty, sizes Large and X-Large,
memory gnawing it like
a fat dog, are ordinary: Mean Miss
Smigelsky from the sixth grade;
the orthodontist who
slapped you for crying out.
frighten us, other people's and
the virused figures in which failure
We feel accosted by their
Each child turns
into a problematic ocean, a mirrored
body growing denser and more
difficult to navigate until
sunlight merely bounces
off the surface.
They become impossible
Like us, but even weaker.