That was the Halloween
when Superman decided
to dress up as me. He wore
a wig with long brown hair,
black yoga pants, black Dansko clogs,
a solid pink shirt and no makeup.
When he arrived at my door,
Trick or Treat, he said,
just like everyone else says,
and I had a hard time guessing
what he was. Um, a teacher?
He had ink stains on his fingers.
Nope, he said. A mom?
I was looking at the drool
stains on his shoulder
and the wrinkles under his eyes.
Kinda right, he said. Um, I give up,
I said. Who are you? He said, I’m the person
you most wish you could know.
Even after he told me,
I am still guessing.