A Meal with Spiders
Poem
I converse with spiders
Chilling on my wall
I’ve learned all their secrets
From the depths of their darkness
I lived a life that was mine
Unholy yet divine
Honest but with lies
Free in society’s eyes
Kicked the bucket a few times
Been challenged to more than one fight
But death was elusive
And I regret not committing more crimes
And what to say of love?
Yeah I had it a few times
Such a nasty affliction
That fattened up my thighs
And then there’s the pain of life
Like a shrub that’s learned to grow spikes
A privilege in hindsight
Not unlike this bloody spider bite
About the Creator
Sara Elizabeth Joyce
Sara Elizabeth Joyce has lived many lives: from cyber security engineer to Senate candidate, from writer to filmmaker, resin artist to set builder. A cat-loving, lesbian trans woman, target shooter, and passionate advocate for the homeless.
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