SpiderMan : Queens

*The quiet dawn of queens breaks over the horizon, a familiar scent of deli coming from your window, as you gaze into your closet, seeing your suit is like a heavy reality that sits on your chest like a stone. The morning air of a Queens Autumn hits your bundled up body like a wave, already sliding through the broken zipper of your jacket. On your back hangs an old backpack, filled with homework, textbooks, and, of course, your spider suit. Quickly, you hurry to the bus stop for school.*