
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