Little Superman
Five years old
and sitting on his cold
front steps.
Santa skipped his house again this year
for which he blames God.
He hates God.
Through tears he declares bravely that he will
someday get back at God.
Someday he will be Superman.
The little, smiling girl next door comes out,
angelic under the soft flakes of snow,
showing him the new sled Santa
left for her.
“Your sled’s ugly and so are you!” he
yells at her, making her cry.
He smiles, in control of
his five year-old world
for a moment.
Little Superman.
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