The Origins of Hope

While I sleep soundly on my side,
a family of yellow sac spiders

comes crawling
through the night

to gather            in a line
beside my ear.

One by one, they each toss
a tiny crumb down

into the dark abyss
of my ear canal,

into what they’ve deemed
a wishing well

that appears every night
just for them.

Satisfied, a little lighter,
they leave,

down my cheek

until tomorrow.
I will try my whole life

to understand it,
but I will never come to know

that this
is where all my hope

springs from.

Grant Chemidlin is a queer writer and poet living in Los Angeles. He is the author of two collections of poetry, He Felt Unwell (So He Wrote This) and Things We Lost In The Swamp. He’s been a finalist for the Gival Press Oscar Wilde Award, the Philip Levine Prize for Poetry, and is currently pursuing an MFA at Antioch University Los Angeles. You can find more of his work on Instagram: @grantcpoetry.

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