Mather Schneider

PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A STUPID KID

Memories are like stories
that trail off 
into Roman numerals.
Habits are like tumors
that turn over sometimes
and kick.
What made me pick up a pencil
and draw my father
that first time?
What was wrong
with the way
his eyes turned out?
Children dream
just like us.
Dream of what scares them.