Monthly Archives: September 2017

You make me super (#316)

In a Vanity Fair poll, 19% of Americans responded that the superpower they would most want is invisibility. 19%. 3rd most.

I guess I should thank you, then. I already have that skill because of you. When I stand in front of you, ready to talk, you can see through me to the door on the other side of the room. I have also discovered your kind of silence, the type that convinces you that I am not even there. I am powerful. And it’s better than being bitten by a radioactive spider.

The top answer in the poll–telepathy. That you have not given me. The only mental telepathy I have with you is the ability to know that you prefer me invisible.

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Posted by on September 21, 2017 in new poetry


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