the prompt was to write about an invincible superhero. ‘the teflon tomboy’ came to mind. (s)he’s queer. forever lean and in his 20’s, wearing black & teal lycra. apparently, invisibility requires abs.
a decade ago, an angel gave me this prayer as I stood at the corner of market and church street.
god, help me to imagine what it would feel like to act without fear in this situation.
and that is who I would be if you could prove i could not be hurt.
i would’ve danced more in high school. asked for help at work. believed every compliment. skiied down that cliff in the purcells, avalanches be damned. i would’ve asked out leo and dan and luna and the others, rejection bouncing off like bullets, until someone said yes.
invincibility would also be handy as I fall in love. safety in the in-between places. i could walk toward awaiting riches - morning cuddles, consensual non-consent, my person - and never be harmed.
and fuck you who is shouting that intimacy is reached only through vulnerability. this is my comic strip. i get everything I want.
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april, 2025 - grand cayman