
–and I held the mask.
Peter Parker being content
to be both open and secret,
the love unseen because
you could not be what I needed–
but the mask.
Oh, the mask.
Spider-Man to Peter Parker to
Spider-Man, leaving me to love both
lie, myth, and man.
I lived for the kisses in the rain,
upside down, to be held right-side up
making tears as rain–
living for the secret.
–JBHarris, July 2021