Dead Brother Super Hero
You don’t have to be afraid anymore
His super-outfit is made from handfuls of shit and garbage blood and pinned together
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Flying around the room like a mosq- uito Drinking all the blood or whatever we have to save us who need to be saved * I whispered To the rescue and sat on the dead edge of my bed all night and all morning My feet did not touch the floor My heart raced
I counted my breath like small white sheep and pinned my eyes open and stared at the door
Any second now any second now * He saved my brain from its burning building He stopped and started the bullet it my heart with his teeth Just like that
He looked down from outer space through all the clouds, the birds dropping like weights
He looked out from the center of the earth through the fire he was becoming He stood in the doorway and closed his eyes His cape sweeping the floor
From Flies by Michael Dickman. Copyright © 2010 by Michael Dickman. Used with permission of Copper Canyon Press. All rights reserved.