Ifs and ums, shrugs.
Confused face, asking this or that. When or how.
Rather Boy.
He never knew what he wanted. With his grunts and furrowed brows.
Could never decide.
The pie or the cake, the dog or the cat, the old woman or the 10 people.
He never knew how to say no, or yes. If he should go or stay. Rather Boy, sad sad Rather Boy. He can't stand or sit. He can't walk or run. Poor, poor little Rather Boy.
But Rather Boy isn't poor. He is not sad. He does not walk or run; he flies. He can't stand or sit, but he floats. He doesn't just go or stay, he asks. He waits. He says no, yes, maybe, he sees what you want.
Rather Boy will save the woman and the people. Adopt the cat and dog. He doesn't like sweets, but he grabs a slice each of pie and cake for his friends. Rather Boy stutters, but what he says isn't wrong. Rather Boy can stand in the grey, and dip both hands into dark and light.
Rather Boy. Smart, sweet Rather Boy. Rather Boy. What will you choose today?
Nothing.
