Begging
by Joseph Veronneau
A man leaves his house;
expecting to be pleasantly surprised
upon his return by his son.
It was his own non-arrival
which put his son to loathe
to the scalpers of love
so many years ago.
The man thinks he is only
a dinner and a movie away
from resolution; consistently scheming
ways to get his son alone with him.
I can’t help but to think
of myself;
ungraciously being signed away
after being named,
with an occasional vagrant-like
contact with you after being spliced
into a human being.
Love is not something to be
pawned away, only to repurchase
a faded concern many years later.
Possession is only nine-tenths of the law;
the other part is your humanity,
which isn’t something one can hope
to acquire overnight.