Morning hair.

Sometimes I wake up
with superhero hair.
I think maybe,
maybe
I could be Wolverine,
rugged and fierce,
temperamental yet
dangerously charming.
And then I remember
that I can't grow sideburns.
And superheros
always
always
have good scruff.
Except maybe Storm
and Wonderwoman
(though she's getting up there in years
and I wouldn't rule it out).
But Wolverine has formidable,
spiky muttonchops,
not patches of a poorly mowed lawn.
So I sigh.
I wash my hair
and finally shave.
No superheros today.