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The Spider

Author: 
Anne Brechin

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

 

impossibly

 

suspended

in nothingness.

 

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

From issue No. 11, The Wolf, 2005/06

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