How can I write about
this noise that seems unending
as the war between Batman and the Joker
has taken over my room.
What’s there to understand?
The things of the child
will not be put away for many more years.
So I voluntarily offer up
my thermorest for a bouncing mat,
so that Batman can fly, in fact,
everyone is flying around here.
And what may look and sound like war,
is only fascination with gravity
and its limitations. Both of us
are fascinated with magnets.
How the same two pieces of metal
can, at one time, jump towards
one another, and then completely refuse
to touch, in the next moment.
Sometimes I act like that with
the greatest love of my life.
Its more than beyond reason,
its beyond what I thought love was.
So I watch these impulses surge within
and try to not let them manifest
so that no one knows about these
wild internal swings that bounce me
about like Batman on the thermorest.