Wednesday, November 10, 2021

10202021 By Tim Heerdink


Today, I discovered

I have a superpower.

Yes, you can call me

a superhero of sorts.

Not all of us wear capes,

though it’s under consideration.

What’s my power

you ask?

Well, it just so

happens to be evasion.

Evasion of recognition,

of them dreaded awards.

I have an invisibility cloak

so them cats don’t see me.

Don’t worry about titles,

these words are for you.

If I got a nomination or won,

it’d be a sign my cover’s been blown.

& there’s only one way

I want to be blown.

Tim Heerdink is the author of Somniloquy & Trauma in the Knottseau WellThe Human Remains, Red Flag and Other PoemsRazed MonumentsChecking Tickets on OumaumuaSailing the Edge of Time, I Hear a Siren’s CallGhost MapA Cacophony of Birds in the House of DreadTabletop Anxieties & Sweet Decay (with Tony Brewer) and short stories “The Tithing of Man” and “HEA-VEN2”. His poems appear in various journals and anthologies. He is the President of Midwest Writers Guild of Evansville, Indiana.

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