Hero

i have flown to the moon and back
with a bed sheet tied around my neck
it’s a bird!
it’s a plane!
it’s spencer in his pajamas.

with this stick i have slain many dragons.
much blood did i shed,
though i never could conquer
the monster
beneath my own bed.

i have grown bigger
and the world has grown smaller.

the cape is just a sheet.
the sword is just a stick.
my backyard no longer
looks like the Amazon.

sometimes I still miss the
comfort of my nightlight.