Issue 14
X-Ray Vision

As a boy I wished for X-ray vision,
like Superman
but without his scruples.

You’d think one blouse layer
would be a snap for pupils
keen enough to bore through mountain,

child’s play to pass
through a puny stratum of cashmere;
but it took practice,

I found, and precision,
to lay bare
with the delicate scalpels

of desire,
the lurid cameo
in a comic book bubble

of dashes. Geezers now,
my eyes
without compunction

or ado
drill right through to the adorable