tossing the ball around

why do women
cry so much, your
son asks you
as you toss
the ball
across the yard.
good question,
you say. if you
find out, let
me know, I've
been longing
to know the answer
to that for
a long time.
I guess we
just don't
understand women.
and they
don't understand
us, he says,
stepping back
to catch the ball
falling
out of the sun
and into his glove.
right? right,
you say. right.