Some rascal or rogue
Stashed kryptonite
Upon my person.
Perhaps in that fingertip pocket of my Levi’s,
Or the underside of the spare button on that green and black plaid shirt,
Or the tunnel in my underwear that no man uses I assure you but most boys try at least once.
I have always loved flying
And nerdy girls.
I have been underestimated by villains,
And see beneath the surfaces of things.
I’m unusually attentive to phone booths,
And of course capes.
It’s just when I tried to catch bullets
Lois changed lanes.
And I needed the horn rims to see up from down
When forced to discover that
the laws of gravity
Are never broken.