By
Wendy Blum
Waiting In Line
Feet stand sure.
Controlled stare.
Calm breathing.
Strangers speaking
wasted conversation.
Paper tongue remarks
falling on heavy ears.
Minutes elapse.
Bodies proceed forward.
Relief arrives at last
with the cashier.
Super Girl’s Boy
She overshadows
overpowers
devours you.
She could stomp
on you like a grape.
But maybe
he needs to be her baby.
So he doesn’t dare
tug on Super Girl’s cape.
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