is pointless, my son says. If you write that downI'll kill you. I fear he fearsthe attention I give it. I used to drivetill he fell asleep. Ten minutes, then silencethe river knit with ice. In tonight's moviea boat swerves against bullets.He sings the movie's theme. I kill you,you kill me. Plot against allthat is good. Good for whom?I know every word that rhymeswith my assailant's first name. It's difficultto achieve real-world fearin a movie. My son crawls into bed.There's nothing I need more than you, I say.Not true, he says. The rudder turnsin my throat. Every sleep he needs me less.