To My Arch-Nemesis

Poetry

To my Arch-Nemesis:
Is all this fighting necessary?
You scheme, I punch.
You steal, I punch.
It’s all quaint redundancy, all farce and melodrama.

I dreamt of us:  
The Florida coast at sunrise,
My cowl dropped back, your mask discarded to the floor. 
We had hard-yoke eggs and shared the paper.
You the funnies, and I the crime beat.

Like an old married couple:
You had dropped the sing-song voice, and I had leveled out the righteous indignation
Everyone around oblivious of the demi-gods who shared bungalow 15,
No one questioning why and what the issues were between us.
We were just… together

“To My Arch-Nemesis,” was first published in a journal called the TYCA-SE Journal back in 2015.

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