Spider
poems
- Twiggy spider
- on my yoga mat
- thank you for undoing
- the past hour
- of self folding
- and holding with your
- unannounced appearance.
- I know
- you’ve been watching
- and have suggestions
- for how
- I carry my body.
- After all I have
- a thousand times
- the neurons and only
- a fraction
- of your intention
- and grace.
- You walk on eight
- stilettos and still
- men like me
- chase beauty
- and women
- and forget
- you exist.
- But we get each other.
- We’re foreign
- to ourselves
- but not strangers.
- We give
- birth
- and die.
- And in
- the in-between
- we weave
- and cradle
- worlds
- with our extremities.
- We might even
- for a second
- acknowledge
- the other
- in passing:
- I a moving
- mountain,
- You a pebble
- who has seen
- it all
- from your
- small corner
- of the world.