Lois Lane waits for Superman by Alexis Weber
Lois Lane waits for Superman
after he flies from their bed
of tousled covers, shifted sheets.
She worries when he will return.
Her feet slide onto the cold marble terrace.
Looking up into the cloudless sky,
she studies the underside of birds
She isn’t afraid of heights or heroes,
but she fears the night he may not return
to save her from the vastness of an empty bed.
She is no medal, no fight fought well,
but she looks good from the sky
and believes she is worth coming home to.