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


in nothingness


tonight, I'm clumsy

to put my arms through walls,
through wood and concrete


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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