You dreamed of Nobody as a boy.
To have a father
seas away is to have a father
with every rain.
Nobody is a stranger who created
your world. Your home.
Your mother’s looming calm.
When she kisses Nobody’s name
into your cold forehead,
it is with the heat of papyrus burned
for Athena, this prayer
lives in your name. May you shoot
the arrow that lands
on his ship. May you be strong enough
to pull him home.
You will be a warrior when left
Nobody dreams of a son, hums this song
into a tale. He sings
to witches and boars who are men,
a sapling is in need
of water. Who would deny him, me?
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