It’s no longer accurate to call him a zygote,
because he is, after all, a 16 year old boy,
but “Zygote, 17 Years Later, Goes to Rock
Show with His Dad,” I thought, was a funny
title for a poem. For all intents and purposes,
and oddly, given that the parents who brought
him into the world are both music fans,
this will be his first authentic rock show–
something twenty or thirty years from now,
he can talk about with his friends when
they say, “what was your first concert?”
He will give a wide smile and proudly report.
I am hopeful that he will remember it.
and that neither of us will be injured in the pit.
michael jarmer 