By Daniel Romo

I’ve been through the desert on a horse named Bruce Wayne. It took longer than anticipated. He stopped every time he looked up and saw a constellation that resembled a bat. I stroked his mane as if to say, there’s a whole world full of villains and superheroes, and cities will always need saving. It was a sinful summer in Death Valley. The cacti rejoiced in their unique pluralization. The rattlesnakes ached for my raw ankles to be exposed. And the coyotes’ nightly howling could be mistaken for Robin’s cries asking Batman, Where are youuuuuu?

Daniel Romo's poetry can be found or is forthcoming in Gargoyle, The Los Angeles Review, MiPOesias, decomP, and elsewhere. His first book of poetry, Romancing Gravity, is forthcoming from Pecan Grove Press. His second book of poetry, When Kerosene’s Involved, is forthcoming from Black Coffee Press. More of his writing can be found at


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