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kate wilson

Peter Parker says he’s proud of me and I do not cry
          or how I imagine he is
                    (and how I imagine I don’t)


and o’ how small our hands are how                dangerous how          sharp
the dilapidated house of your body    crumpled into a ball   paper shaped
like a fist          fist shaped like a          knife    rolled into the fetal position
my spidey senses are        tingling which means          you should run the
fuck away       the world does not rest on your shoulders     the world does
not need your saving               with great power comes great            anxiety
you are just a kid          you are doing just fine just      fight your way out or
cry your way out don’t worry so much kid      you just need to crack    into
the timeline          don’t retcon yourself just the         scary parts     of living
just the scary parts                     the world needs more pizza more people
who carry the lightest parts of you    with softness with hope with hands
that can see     that    anyone can wear the mask    but you can take it off

Kate Wilson is the Associate Editor of TERSE. Journal and an Interview Correspondent with Half Mystic. Their work can be found at Pressure Gauge Press, Poets.org, and Parentheses Journal, among others. They cannot do a somersault, but they can be found on Twitter @pasta_slut.
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