Spider legs
One morning I woke to findYour eyelashes edging towards meFlitting about like spider legs, franticcaught as I was, by yourempty words andindifference I stopped writing afterI stopped writing afterI stopped writing after you I stopped until I couldn’t stop any moreand I wonderedbetween what circumstancesand what magnetism thatorchestrates our convergencydid you begin to consume my […]