Step-nothing

“He made the bed with another mom.
now we hate him”

I saw him. I stared from around
the corner.
He was sitting on the coffee table.
smoking, naked.
The moon shone on his black curls
The moon shone on his tattoo of Casper the ghost
The moon shone on the empty room
(the hole in the wall
the blood on the carpet)
I turn and walked back to my room
He is nothing
He was not really a Christian
He gave me asthma
He gave me a brother

“Say ‘fuck you’ to him.”
“No, you do it.”
“No you. I’ll get in trouble. You’re too liddle.”

Mom prayed everyday for a man to come.
One came.

I opened the door to ask—
the godsend was on top of her.
I saw his butt.
His fucking ass.

He made promises.
He was a blessing.
now we hate him.