I may not be as memorable
as Lynda Carter, or as high definition
as Gal Gadot. By today’s comic standards
I’m awkward, not sexy like Wonder Woman
An hour before dawn we drag
ourselves down to the waiting boat.
The smell — gasoline
and fresh lead paint
shakes me awake.
They say she walks with power — hell, she glides
head held high. Epitome of temptress.
Be her or be with her wish passersby
staring hungry-eyed. Open mouths ooze this