Superman Poem by Jon Edward Walker

Karma cuddles with her mother’s belly
stretch marked though it is she hangs it uncaringly
out from underneath her hoodie
while the pit bull
bites and plays with Sean’s
arm
the cocaine hides in the bedroom
away from the child and the dog
the mother refrains
while I indulge
and my girl
dishes out
disapproving looks
that to her
display her caring.
My liver needs a continual beating
to be leveled and restrained,
left alone and unchained
I’m sure I would become a superhero
or something