The American Poetry Review

PARENT-CHILD FENCING CLASS

Because I was too mean to make him a brother,
my son has had to learn of hate alone.
I told my friend I’d only ever wanted
one child for reasons to do with the shape
of an arrow. But in truth I’m so disgusted
by what I know of brothers,

having given birth to a son of Adam, Isaid “enough.” One son is not a brother;he’s just a person. I thought this could mean hewould be free to indulge small pleasures likerubbing patterns in carpetunder a piano and whistling without

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