Poetry | By Jason McCall
Superman Watches Lois Lane Pull Weeds
Yes, I am lucky; I’ll never have to die on a treadmill, starve myself into a cocktail dress. It doesn’t matter if I wear a seatbelt or stare into the heart of the sun (It’s just a dark lump, really). That’s why I offer to cut onions, tackle the wasp nests and ant hills after …