superheroes
raze
he
looks
like
someone
i
used
to
know
.
someone
i
was
so
sure
was
an
ally
for
a
year
or
two
.
he
gave
me
back
something
i
thought
i'd
lost
.
then
he
did
a
heel
turn
and
grew
his
hair
out
.
he
moved
to
calgary
and
started
calling
himself
an
outsider
artist
, decorating
his
pretentious
non
-lyrical
narrative
works
with
the
syncopated flatulence
of
expensive
analog synths
and
designer drum
machines
.
it's
the
hair
that
makes
me
think
of
him
.
that
and
the
swagger.
but
this
is
someone
different
.
someone
better
.
this
is
a
man
i
grew
up
wanting
to
be
.
what
surprises
me
is
that
he
doesn't
even
try
to
hide
who
he
is
.
it's
right
there
on
the
front
of
his
shirt
.
a
stark
screen
-printed symbol advertises
his
secret
identity
to
the
rest
of
the
world
.
the
smugness
in
his
smirk
gives
me
pause
.
but
i
raise
my
hand
.
he
nods
before
walking
away
. "
i
didn't
know
batman
lived
on
our
street
,"
i
say
.
and
my
dad
looks
at
me
and
says
, "
there
are
other
superheroes
who
live
here
too
."
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