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Radioactive Sonnet

I want to draw comics.

Spend study halls perfecting

Superman’s triceps.

One paper cut ends everything.

A radioactive sonnet

bites me like a spider.

I become a poet,

unlike Peter Parker.

Now lavender whales

pod the sky

where spandex sailed.

Now the sky’s

full of ghosts that

need laughing at.