my son
created
for me
a world
I wasn’t
in.

in world, no person
was named
that had not done
an act of note
good
or bad.

very few  
cold
standing outside
fancy restaurants
as most
were on phone
trying to make
a reservation.

the world presented
its problems, and one of them
became mine.

I took it by the hand
to bite
what was Timothy’s
finger.