SUPERHERO
I woke up this morning, convinced the way you wore the covers made you a superhero. You drank too much whiskey last night, your staccatoing snores a theme song. I read once if you stand long enough in superhero stance, your confidence expands helium in a hot air balloon. My arms hurt but my confidence popped, en route to Oz or wherever it is balloons bring the people who cannot hack it as heroes. I cannot give you courage. I hardly have enough to see to the end of the month on our calendar. I woke up this morning, to remove the covers from around your neck. All in a day's work.
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