Published on 2026-03-02 by Sydney Callahan
Been thinking about that little boy again.
Spider-man bag along the length of his
miniature torso; brown, watery foal’s eyes
roving the infinite corn fields of
Iowa, Missouri, Texas;
away, away, away.
Away from his pre-school teachers,
multiplication tables,
his mother.
His winter hat the color of cotton candy
which emerges once Minnesota snow clears.
When you look real close
out the window at those U.S.A fields
you’ll see that corn is just corn, that
land is just land, that
all our footprints look
just the same as one another’s
no matter whose feet made them.
The little boy, ochre foal’s eyes spread wide,
imagines a flash of red in the distance
back beyond the corn fields,
a place where the evergreens
belong to everyone.
Spider-man. Come to save him.
To bring him home.
Of course, it’s more likely that the little boy
never saw a single U.S.A corn field
on his cross-country kidnapping.
Iowa, Missouri, Texas;
away, away, away.
Out across the infinite wheat,
Spider-man might not be there at all.
For they certainly never let him look out the window.
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