I Might Be Batman | Mike Wilson

Sometimes I’m a bear, bearing myself with
grace, nibbling, in a friendly way, your
careless hand trailing from the car window.
I have a weightless lubricant that can

transport anything anywhere better
than Amazon, Door Dash, a wishing tree,
or a credit card you don’t have to pay.
Disguised as a quiet teen who’s not cool,

I plumb wormholes in prisons you call school.
I disappear through windows you don’t see,
running quicksilver streets with my best friend,
the homeless wind. My dark’s a kind of light.

I might be Batman sent to rescue you
so be nice to me if you want me to.

Mike Wilson’s work has appeared in magazines including Amsterdam Quarterly, Mud Season Review, The Pettigru Review, Still: The Journal, The Coachella Review, and in Mike’s book, Arranging Deck Chairs on the Titanic (Rabbit House Press, 2020), which includes political poetry for a post-truth world. He resides in Lexington, Kentucky, and can be found at mikewilsonwriter.com.