you have five sons and name them one two three four five it’s tough to overcome emotions
but you try to adore them equally charting forehead kisses to ensure consistency halfway
through the study they learn to subtract two of them are fighting with sticks & you yell
negative one the project calls for identical ties your graduate assistant asks you why
you didn’t simply name them subject everyone expects five to be arrested but he plays viola
whenever one turns seventeen you put him through extensive tests an obstacle course
& scan his brain while he paints three seems to be left-handed & pretty quiet you publish
their IQ scores in a journal of mathematics the five sons scatter oslo tunis tempe fresno fargo
a librarian wants to date you marry you hyphenate you you spend so much time in the study
proving nothing at the end of every day five postcards on a desk five notes in your wine