Tonight she has wings

Energy with blood of the

supernatural events of our childhood.

Of when she flew

When she was a wonder.



I was her sidekick

tag-a-long wonder in training

waiting for my moment.

Waiting to pulse with equal force.



Growing through the years of girl

and boy awkwardness

through cracking curiosity.



I tried on her tight superhero outfit.

It fit like a wedding band on a

swollen finger.



Nevertheless I was almost her.

I was gaining my wings

trying my hand at flight.



With suit and wings I climbed

to the second floor.



I poised my body against the windowsill

I pulled against my costume

checked my boy wings and flew

out over the windowsill

and onto the pavement below.



My superhero blood spilt onto

the hard earth.

My superhero leg was broken.



My dreams stamped

like my face onto the pavement.

Shattered like my beating boy heart

like my dreams of girl wonder



and me; a superhero duo.