Fatherless, we wander pixelated woods— young men in search of honor in livestreams. Scrolling through sermons in ice bathed rooms. Petesonian wisdom is muscle, my gym is a constant flood in my ear.

They say I refuse to grow up— not out of wonder, but grief. But my Neverland is a kingdom of discipline, dominance, and denial. I call her deluded. I refuse to have a Lambo ready for an “Insta-model”.

Instead I crown each of my boys Kings of Neverland, sharpening each others manhood. For our whole lives if we have to. Alone, taking on a world that I cease to understand. Afraid of something I can’t place...