NATIONAL POETRY MONTH: Day 1

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.