We have to talk about the boy.
Things are not going well with him.
I’d always assumed
he’d be the best of both of us:
My speed and your charm.
Your will and my wiles.
Both of our intense beauty.
I thought a glorious beast
would be formed
from our constituent parts.

Instead, we’ve built a frightened rabbit
anxious and uncomfortable
under every experience he’s uncovered.
He is weak and weird,
wired and wonky
in all the worst ways.

I don’t know whose fault this is:
Was yours a defective egg?
Did I provide some bad jizz that day?
Perhaps God saw our potential,
was threatened by the possibilities,
and had to throw a spanner in the works.
Maybe the boy simply chose to be
this mutant mongrel.

Answers are beyond me.
I just know
that we did the best we could
with what we had
but what we have
as a result?
I am quite disappointed.
Can we scrap that model
and start over from scratch?