Poem: Her Female Superman
Her Female Superman
By Christy Birmingham
Sheila is on the roof again.
Her bare feet dangle
From the arch above the doorway
As she pushes her shoulders forward and together,
Trying to look smaller,
Trying to become unborn.
She ignores my arms,
Out like a safety net,
From my stance on the ground of her backyard
While safety stands heavily on the ground beside me.
She thinks no one will catch her
After climbing the roof to cry,
To cry for a mom that leaves tonight on business
But won't leave Sheila's mind to pleasure.
Sheila is on the roof again,
There she sits looking down at me,
I'm her female Superman
But without a cape,
And without the will to fly.
© 2012 Christy Birmingham
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