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Hell, I know my superpower! I stare back
at the solo sun & think, I could take you

down, right to the cool core if my mother asked it of me,
or if I thought my father would

write it in his will, or on a simple day.
See, I’m less scared of spiders than of people flying

out the window of this world’s womb web
& never getting to reach for them, to tell them,
Save your last look for a better tragedy.

Fighting, scar-sweet in scarlet, measured
like a middle finger, might not be a love song
in your neighborhood but I’m a country bitch.

The light catches dusk often in the summertime,
even when the heat is noon high, & the clouds peck
pails and parade like elephants.

I can sense it,
when I daydream—the adrenaline
at oblivion, the raining obstacles of horizons

& homes

& here.

Humanity,
sometimes I wind for miles, for weeks, for generations, asking
to accept the end for others cus I believe in better worlds.

I’ve begged ancestors, Maybe I don’t need wings, to save a country,
but that’s not my power. I’m someone’s child,

still staring at the star-sun wishing it never be
my earth. I’m human, after all.