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Bleed Into My Boy 



This is my son

I draw him a bit darker today


I press hard on the pen

and feel the weight
and watch the ink


bleed into my boy


I draw him

and I press hard

because I think on him


I love on him every day


I watch the ink

play through his hair

dripping into tiny locs




What is this

my fair son twelve and bigger each day


I can feel a new firmness in his back

when we wrestle


I think on this sketch

this darker sketch

of my boy carried into our lighter town


he’s chasing a friend across a neighbors yard


How hard do I

press the pen

before my boy is a threat

and not a friend