1997, i want to be a superhero
i tie a blanket around my neck
and start kicking trees, they are bad guys,
they live in the attic, i live in my room
where i look out the window, waiting
for crime, waiting for you, i call you
lois lane or april o’neil, dreaming up
disaster, but the best i can do is
hold your hand to the bus stop, the best
i can do is blow on your mac & cheese, if
you get poison oak, you can give it to
me too, i will scratch your unreachable
back, i will be so
super.
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