Distracted, She’s holding the flat popcorn bag in hand, Giggling into the phone while the boy Idles time away rereading a well-worn tale.
It expands, The bag in hand Blowing up past her fingers Onto countertops and kitchen floors. Partially cooked kernels skid away From giggles rising to shrieks That shatter the lights around the pair and tears through the house.
The girl hunches in the kitchen, Sheepish embarrassment erupting in pink blushes across the face, While the boy slowly lowers the book made helmet.
His hands tremble, but she does not see, For he shakes his head in exasperation And goes for the brooms down the hall.
They spend the rest of the evening bathed in candlelight Curled up on the couch with the taste of salt on their tongues From the bag of chips shared between them.
Absent-minded girls with superpowers and the normal boys who might be a little over their heads.