spiders
grow in my cheeks
too deep to breathe
and spread
their long, their thin
legs out of
my mouth
across my
face
tenderness
definitely
all the way
to my ears
to both
sides
a golden
net quivering
in the air
I breathe in
and out
sometimes
you have to
be real careful
you have to
be attentive
to see them
at all
tiny
spiders
wandering
all the way down to my heart
they are
actually
not
a golden
net shimmering
in the
sunlight I bathe in
sometimes
you don’t
know me
this
anything
about me
as if I
were a different person
two
different persons
too many
different persons
to count
I am not
you
nothing to
read or write
anymore
just this
heart open wide
and its spiderweb
© Susanne Becker
© Susanne Becker
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