I’m blots of ink,
a line or two,
a supergirl you draw
from inner sight.
Now split
the paper
with your pen
to find my
comic heart.

© 6 Jan 2009, Heather Quinn, all rights reserved; edited 5 Jan 2012, 2 Sep 2012, 10 Oct 2012.

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