I am in the way. I hit him. Cries 
I can no longer remember.
A monster is kind, unclear.
I know I am the timing of this.

End of clever, witty, wise, sure.
He is a kid, May sometime 
in June. Iʼd say then, that 
laughing with shut eyes 
must have been later.

He does possess, 
by virtue,
a pose for this story. 
Must have been his.

A-monstrosity sees an ability to fall, 
but it was an ability to very quietly 
fear you. I exit a summer very 
quietly a monster exposed
in the world around him.