This is a poem from the book “The Death of Peter Parker And Other Fairy Tales.” Mark your calendars for October 31, 2021.
Masks hide many faces, don’t they Peter Parker?
They cover lips that kiss–as well as lips that lie.
What have you given me other
than lies, Peter Parker?
What have you given
me to hold on to other
than what can wash away?
Even memories fade–and in there lies the true justice Plato spoke of.
Ah, justice! This, too, is a lie.
The justice of waiting for you to come back
to me and the me inside of
the Us to make whole together and all at once.
The waking dream of life with you,
to be yours in and out of times,
masks no longer needed–
not this time.
-JBHarris, July 2021