So this is another poem I wrote last night. On reflection I think it is okay!

 
Superman

The thing about
Superman
is he didn't choose the name

that was Lois,
noticing the symbol he wore
alien hieroglyph
and translating it awkwardly into language
she could understand

and he didn't say
he wore the costume
ridiculous, homemade, bright
because he wanted one part of himself untranslated
freed
untwisted painfully by human expectations

he was too polite
or Lois didn't listen
or there were no words in the only language they shared
or Lois knew she was there first, her people
mapping every space
ideaspace
of her world
nothing left for him to own
.

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