I am always here at the wrong time
flashes of pale bare flesh flicker in sight
when Daddy’s bedroom door is cracked
her skin the soggy color of Cheerios
made me wonder how much
of its bareness she let him touch
a woman Daddy treats like a mommy
fixing her lipstick in the bathroom mirror
being seen at our dinner table
watching things on our tv
sharing in our nightly prayers
saying no in response to Daddy’s
squeeze to join in and
lead them
too