the circle patterns popped up again
joining ends where ends join
even when the sheets are freshly cleaned,
still warm from drying
my feet feel-
and my toes are-
and i want to fight you
so come out of your self-induced coma,
put on your nicest clothes,
sing whatever song you dare-
i'm waiting here
where the ends of circles join
and i want to fight you.
the spider's web:
- ansa
- an art therapy masters candidate at pratt institute with a strong draw toward eco-psychology.
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