A poem I wrote that is based on real life.
“I’m a flawed person.”
Black branches brush blue.
Porch swing sways.
Cars cruise.
“Sometimes, life happens.”
Spider descends an invisible line.
Nails pick at unseen clumps.
Calves ache.
“I’m sorry I’m such a fucking flawed person.”
Phone pushes on stretch-marked breasts.
Voice distorts through the speaker.
Molars grind.
“I love you, Dad.”
Spider retreats up gossamer belay.
Branches blend to black sky.
Click.
(Prompt by me but encouraged by Emily Kleeman)
"Spider Web" by Jeff Hollett
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