The Spiders

By Chelsea T. Hicks
my functional heart, where are you
what turned you into an empty glass
is it that I love the spiders & am like one
wherever I go making my house
I have only to wait & all things come to me
& therein break their necks
but a calm & normal heart
where does that come from?
 
Translated from the Osage language by the author

Notes:

Read the note on this poem by Chelsea T. Hicks.

Source: Poetry (May 2022)