Emma Barnes

Powers

My secret powers are saying words.

My secret powers open like ovens.

My secret powers shock me.

When I understand your points, that

are points as in pain, I feel it all through

my eyes through me through arms and

feet, through teeth. Through me air

conducts pain like termite mounds.

My inbuilt ventilation system prefers

a day with a breeze. Prefers the air

to move around my outside and right

through me. I am a colony of specialists.

This secret power specialises in crying.

This secret power specialises in taking

things too seriously. This secret power

isn’t really a secret but who is counting.

My secret powers are looking like this.

My secret powers take weekends off.