Tell me that you weren’t hungry that day.
Tell me that’s not what got you to stay.
Seven seeds don’t seem like quite enough
Reason to leave a mother’s deep love.
The child who hides behind laughter
The child who reaches out with tears
The child who no one looks after
Who runs away when someone nears
</>A vine grew up around me.
It sounds fantastical, I know, but
At first I liked it:
My head had howled
With the words whirling
Through it that night
As we sailed swiftly
Within a small spider's dream
Are we what to us we seem?
Do we really matter much?
Are we gods he longs to touch?