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STOP
what is it like living as a spider in a tulip
the pink leaves bringing peace and serenity to my enclosure
the stem being the only way in
i grow skyward with my home
this is where i gotta go and
i don’t mind being here all the time because
i am surrounded by life
dammit this feels right
being enclosed in a soft flowery night
looking up, tucked in high, to a tulip
open to the stars
clothing me tight
holding my broken heart
i love this place
why change
what is
already different
from my walk outside
the people i touched and the feeling of their eyes
on my bare legs and on my back
the stares they give i don’t want
i can’t return and yet i have already given them
change
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