It depend that my son is like my copy,
is like my mirror,
and I don’t know the true
about good thing, but I think I can admit
it’s my life goal,
my children. I shame my unlanguage,
my unknowledge,
my unability. Is not maternity
but definitely nature?
I’m not living in life usually.
Expectation is one thing, but
what is reality?
I shame my unability.
And I don’t know if it’s true
that if I like pattern, can accept
reality, can accept the wishes, the true,
the identity–
it’s the difference.