imaginary self

I showed up to your party,

wanting to be someone’s batman,

but everyone was batman,

I asked my son what he wanted to be when he grew up,

and he asked me what I wanted to be when he grew up,

someone’s hero,

perhaps to myself, even,

I tried on all the costumes at the wacky costume warehouse

it felt empty, when none of them fit,

I wanted to be someone’s hero

said the boy 

wondering