Superman and Batman in a Science Fiction Convention |
It Clicked Occasionally Superman's mom stitched together some nice blue pants for him, and ironed on a red 's' on his shirt. I watched through my Cat Woman eyes, as Superman walked awkwardly from group of superheroes, super villains, Chewbacca poked a hand up his mask, and scratched his nose. A unicorn looked mystical under the blinking fluorescent lights as if she was out of place and she needed to be near a waterfall- not next to a fat Batman, walking with his chest stuck out as if he had a wedgie from his tight pants. I walk over to the fruit punch, and drink because it replaces the silence and the space between moments, when there's nothing left to do, like a gulp to complete time. A witch puts her hat down on table, and I by mistake dump some red punch on her hat. She grabs her hat, and laughs and says it's ok, it blends in. I look up, at all the odd shapes of butts and busts and arms dangling, and jagged edges of intents to put together customs for these awkward moments that never clicked- only clicked inside our throats when we swallowed a liquid and our voices threw up words. |