Letter to Lois

It’s nice to hear you’re doing well
and no longer in need of Superman. The cleaners lost my cape, my tights no longer fit, and I gave up flying ten years back.

The buildings I used to leap? Well, now they all have elevators, and they draw so much less attention. I’m sure you understand.

It’s nice to no longer need a phone booth, such a relief
to not have to keep changing.
The glasses I once wore to disguise myself as me have become a necessity when I read.

I stored away the S. I’m more of a t-shirt and blue jeans guy these days. That draws less attention, too, as you might guess.

It’s nice to relax, slow down, and forget about the speeding bullet for a while. Why were we always in such a hurry? We never just walked and really talked to one another.

Let’s meet somewhere quiet, somewhere far, far and away from the scene of the disaster and all that commotion. That way, we’ll draw way less attention, don’t you think?

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