The spiders that dwell
In the corners of my home
Don’t notice me. I’m
Cool with that.

The six cats that dwell with me
Corner me with leg-wrapped tails,
Noticing me. I
Love that.

The spider of me
That dwells in my house
Hates me. I, looking down,
Know that.

The twelve lives that dwell
Here, now, corner my world,
Without noticing me,
I’m too cool with that…

‘That’ is a word. As ‘this’
Is a word, where I live,
Corrupted or not.
I’m tooling that…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Copyright © 9/21/08