Annie Brechin
The Spider
The spider
sees walls I don't
walks up them
stops for a minute
and twirls, uncertain
of which world
it is in - the one
where it's safe, feet
on solid ground
or else the one where it hangs
impossible
suspended
in nothingness
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tonight, I'm clumsy
trying
to put my arms through walls,
through wood and concrete
until
I get enough bruises
to remind me
where my body ends
which world I'm in
that I only have
two legs
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