Can we reach the delivery of the poem
that our being intercepts?
I am worried about contradictions
and just pissing people off
instead of reaching them.
Nithish is suffering.
I don’t know where to stop that.
No one seems to notice
because it’s not polio,
but it’s heartbreak nonetheless.
He misses me,
a mother to him
for many years,
the most important person in his life for many years,
and I’m not the only one saying that;
his heart does.

He’s in mourning,
and that’s not recognized.
It’s not even mentioned.
He’s not allowed to talk about it.
There is no outlet for his pain.
His mother knows it’s there,
and it makes her very angry,
and she punishes him for it.
What’s a kid to do?

He cries.
He gets angry.
He implodes upon himself,
but there is no issue from this dilemma.
It just keeps getting worse.
He cries.
He carries on,
and the pot boils over.
Now he’s desperate,
and when you’re 13,
adolescence has given you weapons
the child you are still can’t handle.
It’s a dangerous moment in Nithish’s life.
We want what’s best for Nithish,
and if we want anything else,
we are really playing with fire.

What’s his name,
Pride?
You wanna let ‘im shoot your kid?
It might be a gentleman
that gives you honor and social prestige,
for a little while,
but when you put it above your child’s needs,
above goodness and mercy,
you wreck your life
in the fall you have from Pride,
when it’s gotten to the point
even you know you’re wrong,
and that you’re treating your child badly.
But you don’t have to fall.
Put down your pride
and address your child’s needs,
okay Sandiya?

I’ve looked at soul models.
I’ve looked at grief,
and you’ve heard me on Facebook tellin’ about it
and all over the damn place.
I don’t come on this platform
to insult and offend.
I’m much better
in the werewolf of time
reading you right.
You took a bath tonight.
Son of a bitch!
We are closed.
Abolish One on the way.
Who do you get to come after you,
Mr. Cat Stevens
talkin’ about the Peace Train?
No you get a me pointing the finger at you
for all these abuses.

I respond to my muse.
I respond to the image of my boy.
I know he’s hurting.
Now can I spread this on the table?
He’s really hurting.
These are deep wounds he has to live with,
and they just eat him alive.
You don’t know the pain of suffering
when you’re just a little boy
all mixed up in adolescence,
your body a whistleblower,
and everybody knows you’re confused.
You’re standin’ there with a sense of self
no amount of world can resolve,
and you can’t grab the world by the tail
because it has you
so tightly in its grasp
you just want to please it,
make it go away.

He’s an adolescent,
in the most difficult years of his life,
the most confused,
the most tender
where he’s sensitivity it hurts.
He is already a well of suffering,
and then someone took from him
his support and his comfort and his home,
in his mind of things,
took from him his daddy,
and you all know how I mother people,
in a way that made it I’d died
with no contact allowed ever again in his life.
Oh my God that hurts
in the very substance of yourself,
and it’s a pain that won’t go away,
even if you want it to.
That boy hurts.
Please see that.
It’s terrible for him.
It’s the end of the world.
Oh Sandiya please listen.
For God’s sake listen.

Yeah I know I’m studying your attention
like I need to end this poem.
Not quite.
Transact another line.
Who has turned over,
that’s always a thought.
Believe me,
we can fix this right.
Everyone would have run had he been 13,
a teenager in years
with their what's up.
There’s enough fuel,
still childhood left,
to remove this pain,
to take these scars out of his life,
take him to his blue book.

Healing is the first thing I’d do Sandiya.
I heard his manhood
depending upon this time.
Please,
open,
open up in there,
and put down your arms of control
that’s squeezing the life out of him,
and let him be with me,
and let him be with you,
so that it doesn’t hurt.
I’m the denomination now,
and that doesn’t hurt.
Do we throw this boy to the wolves or what?

A kid his own age,
George,
I know very well.
I really know kids,
like it’s the focus of my life.
You know
that boy’s in trouble,
and you know what has happened,
and you know Nithish needs me
because I can make it right.
Pay him back on the outside
what he needs on the inside to heal,
and give him me for his birthday,
and give him the happiest birthday he’s ever had.
Give him what he needs.
Let him on his birthday
be with his daddy,
and here I am.