Love Poem (with Superheroes) I will guard your beautiful neck against mosquitos and supervillains. We will make love as if making love is the only thing preventing a monstrous transformation. (Consider the incredible Hulk or Ghost Rider.) Things glow, others spin, some get bigger as we go. I will travel by rail and watch birds jumping into morning’s yellow light so you can take the motorcycle to work. Your beautiful knee boots will keep it from burning your legs. We will see the photographs. We will hear some of what the strangers whisper. While everyone else looks toward the sky, we will slip away, knowing both threat and salvation lie elsewhere.
The Woman with a Thousand Heads #16 Action and tongue, death and trees, jealousy and figurines bought and sold on eBay, indecision and pocket knife, temperature and Christmas, future and powder . . . Instead of baring my soul to you, this is just to say that since we’ve been together I notice everything paired with everything else: stealth and cantaloupe, daring and blow- fish, song and dander, sweet plums and Nikola Tesla.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Glen Armstrong (he/him) holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters. He has three current books of poems: Invisible Histories, The New Vaudeville, and Midsummer. His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit, and The Cream City Review.