i’ve me two girls as cute as can be
melt my heart, abuse my soul, manipulate me.
(as only girls can do to their daddys)
but eight months or so and i’ll’ve me two boys
destined to be studs, a different kind of joy.

beer brats, movies with car chases, and eventually
someone to teach to smoke a pipe, drink beer,
love scotch.

and this whole new part of me is revving up in
absurd excitement.

four’s a real family, and i’m a real dad.
a reality strange to me
and any friend i’ve ever had.