He says he wants to be Superman,
the blue-eyed savior
that somehow, missed his hometown when
two bullets housed themselves into his brother
like newly weds. See, these bullets were
faithful partners. They parted only by vow, and the vow
was death. I touch his skin, brown
born in blues, and bleed new earth into his eardrum.
“Honey, don’t you know?
Hasn’t anyone every told you? Your hue alone