I feel crazy in ways I never say (Will you still love me if it turns out I'm insane?)

They stare, worried, at the boy they call their son

“Who’s Spider-Man?”

The words startle the son

His hands rattle at the words

“The superhero?”

The eyes crook in confusion at the son’s words

Words stay confused at each other.

Green eyes stay unnoticed, blurred by the words.