Perhaps like Superman I will see through walls
now that I’ve tanked up on isotopes
lighting bruise-blue veins and sparking neon
from suspect bones
the camera, smoochy as a lover
will map out the secret places where
little bumpy evils lurk
jigsawing until I am like a find in a dig
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