I tried a biscuit. He threw it to the ground.
Would you like more water? More juice? No?
He stamped a terrible noise
And made a tremendous fuss.
All this noise. This mess.
A drove coming through, both of us.
Marching to the bedroom.
He rolls onto the matress like he’s diving into a cake.
I shut the door and hide in the sheets. I find him.
For all our differences,
We are but two boys.
Who like nothing more
Than being alone
