Jimmy is staring a superteam...

& I want to be in it...



Actually I specifically want to be Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch.

So I wrote a poem. Here:

The Avengers
for Jimmy

Sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s
strength and what’s just magic.
Like, when a person who can fly
sails over a skyscraper—that’s amazing.
But when a person who can’t fly
sails over the same building, catches
the person who can fly with a net, a rope,
or something— that’s like, WOW!

I mean, it takes a strong person to bound
off with a net or a lasso in hot pursuit.
And the weird of it! Can you imagine
climbing into a cape or a pair of long
underwear, and pulling on a mask
or a hood if you hadn’t been bitten
by a giant radioactive spider or born
on another planet? If you were a man?

Like, think of Batman— he was just
a regular guy, right? Not at all magic.
Just a regular guy who got super strong
when something sad happened to him
I can relate to that. So then he put
on a dark mask and went sailing off
to find magic criminals, skyscrapers
to fly over even though he couldn’t fly.

I think that’s pretty great. You can take
some shit and turn it to steel or muscle.
Alchemy, bionic rebirth, dark tunnels,
alleys to hide in. Sleek superfast cars
with neat gadgets and flame throwers.
If you can’t make the world perfect,
you can at least make things interesting.
And yeah, you can do a little justice.