[Boys Will Be]

There must be some mistake

There must be some mistake there

Must be

Some mistakes too big to tell

Like

All boys are interchangeable

I tell my daughter in my head when she’s older

I’ll lean my heel heavy on the banister and tell her

All boys are foreign objects

All boys are moving parts

I’ll tell her

In a letter

All boys are broken bows

All boys are fletched with dirty snow

I’ll tell her

In a painted feather

All boys

I’ll tell her

Unbuckled belts

I’ll tell her

Never switch the sheets

I’ll tell her

I’ll comb her

Hair

I’ll tell her

I swear

How all boys are

I’ll tell her then

When she’s older

Then she’ll say

She already knows