How It Came to Be Revealed that Wonder Woman
Carried a Flame for Norrin Radd, a.k.a. The Silver Surfer
August, the monstrous city quiet, emptied
by heat waves and summer's beach-ward rush.
We played a drinking game; Flash brought weed.
Losing, lassoed, I confessed the crush
I'd harbored for the Silver Surfer since
he turned and helped defeat Galactus. Sleek
sexy, self-possessed, deep, a prince
I could bare my soul to, who'd not seek
to tear me down to build a weak self up.
And Oh! the load of suffering he'd endured
the guilt he'd need relief from, a full cup
I'd gladly help him drain. I practically purred.
Next day Flash told all. Soon Norrin phoned
and chastised me for getting drunk and stoned.
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