Superman

My three year old, Sean, came out-side this
morning while I was reading some
of Madsen's poetry--"A Blessing of the Hounds",
2002(good, real shit)the little guy
crawled right up into my lap--he was wearing
his Superman pj's with the red cape-the whole 9 yards(never had cool shit like that when I was three)I put my
book down(and my smoke)held him in my arms,
and thought--
" In my 34 years, there were many days
I wished I were
Superman"
he then told me he
"loved me"
and I thought,
"not today, today I'm
just daddy."