the spider

perched in the corner

kept me company

as i showered

oh-

to be alone,

but not lonely

to be in the presence

of another,

and not be drained

my time is short

and though his is shorter

he spends his time

spinning a web-

creating art

what would he say -

if he could speak -

seeing me this

vulnerable?

-- i fear vulnerability

•••

didn't sleep well last night i wish he would stop invading my dreams;

he already fills my every

waking

thought.

"her, because she makes life poetry, she turns every bit of it into art"

- butterflies rising

published: august 29, 2022