I was Bruce Wayne
on the rooftop. And even
sometimes the Joker.
I was Clark Kent, alien
in a land where everyone
else seemed comfortable.
My glasses were fake
and I was always ready to
reveal my true identity.
I dreamed of flying like
Superman until I was old enough
to be afraid of heights.
I learned that you don’t always
land on your feet when you fall
from a rooftop.
All of that is fine, I lament sometimes,
but still work on stitching my costume,
planning my grand entrance.
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