Jumper

The slights and lack of light embossed on a first grade face
are too deep
to be placed

by just the snarl
of a bully
casting out by a girl who won’t enjoy kissing for another decade

some souls are born
under-built for this world
as if an appendage
failed to grow in

some spend years cleaving chunks of meat their soul has yet to embody
and some take scores
to fill-in suit sleeves

dragging on the floor
thighs bunched up to the feet
the S on their cape deflated well into their forties (and still longer to fly)

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