we were five months into the first health of our infant boy

when we learned we’d been in the wrong room
with the wrong paint
happy to have
the wrong kid.

I say this for effect.  
I am god cruel, god brave, god loved.

my wife is god murmur.



there is so much telling in a diagnosis.
poet son, let me explain.

      

     I have a cardboard cutout in the shape of your demon.

you otherwise
have all the space in the world.