The Five Minute Poem

SPIDER SPIDER

It has eight legs and you take away one and

It’s still alive, but there’s less life to spin

Thus, The girl stands alone on a cobalt blue sea, thinking

Of spiders,

She’d wish she was one

Even if there were only seven legs and less life,

Lines of lightning across her lips,

She bites, and pretends

That the fish-kisses are him,

And so the legless spider flings itself

Singing,

Eloquently, the song of a less life

And it’s fragile body crashes

Into a canvas.

Ice and water,

Cobalt blue and ultramarine pastel fish.

She shatters, and quietly,

Opens her palm,

She’d rather be a spider.