• Hannah Flowers

the lonely little spider

that lives between the frames

of the two doors in the corner

the lonely little wires

that live inside your heart

waiting for just one spark

the wiry hairs from my head

that live underneath your hat

golden blonde juxtaposing black

and like the spider,

my hairs follow you home

find their way between the cracks

and you find them on your pillow

and the wires feel less lonely

with a fire starter on hand

and i will live on your nightstand

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