I just wanted to ask about the mask.
I just wanted to ask about having a spare self,
a decoy for before worries. I wanted to ask about
leaving a talented neighbor my cloak to bear
the burden of my heavy lurid verses while
you’re elsewhere sculpting the scheme in the
next scene. I just wanted to ask about the name.
I could never imagine being
the lord of so any realms, with so many realms
within me fighting to escape all the time. Not escape—
debut. I just wanted to ask about the mask.
I wanted to ask about being a whetstone
and a blade all at once, steel against steel,
tongue as a stun gun weaving words for the young ones,
running with homespun puns willing worlds never undone
I just wanted to ask about the name,
the pride in becoming the villain
in places where that was all we could excel in
but I never quite got within autograph distance,
and that’s fine, maybe in another moment.