I see him. I think I see him. He is a good man. He is a man. He is a boy. He is a boychild. He is a complicated man, a complex human. He is my man I am his, he is not my child. My Man Child, isn't that what all wives say. He is not mine I am not his he is his own. who am i in this? Or will we ask, who are
we when we are in this . . ?
