Marvel’s First Gay Superhero

Last night I dreamt I was Marvel’s first gay superhero.

I was in the newest film, and I got to be friends with the green woman from guardians of the galaxy, and while she was talking to tony stark I got to say a single sassy quip.

(The joke unfortunately goes unremembered)

Then in the first action sequence of the film, I chastely kissed my boyfriend (an unnamed, nondescript pale man in white tshirt) goodbye on the forehead, before flying off in my spaceship, where the baddy (a 100 foot tall man with no hands) punched my spaceship straight into the sun.

And that was the end of Marvel’s first gay superhero.

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Notes:

1. Written on 14th August, 2019
2. Based upon a dream of the previous night
3. All historical inaccuracies are the fault of my sleeping brain

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Windows

I was watching a film the other day when I realised I’ve never climbed out of a window.

In films everyone’s climbing out of windows all the bloody time. Sneaking out when they’re grounded. Stepping out onto the roof to look at the stars. Sleepwalking into Dracula’s arms. Climbing out onto the ledges round a high rise while attempting to avoid murderers, monsters, husbands, wives. Prison escapes, secret base infiltrations, the exploration of ruins.

I have missed out on so much, with my quaint usage of doors.

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Notes:

1. Written on 15th August, 2019

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The Ice Child

There was a girl made entirely of ice. Her friends made her sit in the sun so long, while they chatted to themselves about what to do, that she melted clean away without any of them noticing at all.

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Notes:

1. Written on July 5th, 2019
2. When it was very hot
3. I imagine

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4/3/4

i keep writing
these poems
in 4/3/4

i don’t know why
but my brain
just will not stop

configuring
all my thoughts
into this form

tiny little
faux haiku
drifting away

a cloud of thought
barely formed
a ghost of words

miniaturised
groups of sounds
shorn of meaning

so anyway
here they are
you have been warned

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#1:

no one loves me
even though
i think they should

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#2:

i cannot breathe
with your hand
upon my heart

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#3: (a dream)

the octopus
grips my arm
like a lost child

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#4: echo

a delicate
dust shadow
revelation

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#5: autobiography #1

i spent a pound
on some sweets
and ate them all

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#6: unanswered question

what difference
would it make
if i smiled

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#7: remembrance of shaves gone by

i keep looking
at the blood
trickling away

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#8: self realisation

what is the point
of all this
with no-one here

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#9: autobiography #2

watched the football
it was shit
yet i’ll watch more

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#10: lunch

this glass of milk
has a fly
dying in it

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#11:

i don’t feel well
anymore
and nor do you

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12: yes

i am having
a breakdown
in poetry

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#13: autobiography #3

it was busy
in the park
i ate some chips

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#14: it is happening again

its so windy
all the bins
blew down the road

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#15:

his twitter posts
came and went
and went and went

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#16: email

it’s possible
i missed it
not ignored it

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#17: book #1

the book was good
i liked it
i read some more

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#18: book #2

Thus Were Their Faces
was the book
i was reading

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#19: book #3

its title
did not quite fit
breaking all the rules

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#20: autobiography #4

covered in ink
from leaking
cheap broken pens

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#21:

I was offered
kind advice
Frightened, I ran

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#22:

sometimes i try
to escape
the bounds of space

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#23: autobiography #5

my headphones fell
on the floor
they were alright

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#24:

wasting my time
as if it
means anything

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#25: autobiography #6

the plastic bags
jellyfished
across the park

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#26: FIN

if i could die
it would be
quite the relief

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Notes:

1. Written between 6th and 8th August, 2019
2. It’s okay I’ve stopped now

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