My phone’s autocorrect turns poem into
po em
as I type a social media post about the poems (about poetry!) I read today.

My blog’s autocorrect turns po into
P.O. as I type this now.

Nothing about this is correct, it seems, though perhaps it’s magical.

Po (capitalized) was one of the Teletubbies I watched with my son years ago. “Again, again!” Was the magic of the Teletubbies. I loved the childhood in them and the disembodied voice of authority so reliable at the end: “Time for Tubby bye-bye.”

I loved the childhood in my son, too. Now I love both the adult and child in him.