05 Feb What Superman Couldn’t

He carried me, his delicate flower. His sack of sugar…Little Love. I could see further from up there. The tops of things and unreachables. Above the things that hurt… But I learned to walk so he let me—and the driver didn’t see.
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27 Jan High Rise Spiders

High Rise Spiders No natural enemies so high, The birds don’t even fly up there. They seem to drop out of the sky, And cling where no one else would dare To grow up large upon the glass, All because we fear to fall. Dangling washers only pass, So unmolested still they crawl. Nightmares...

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