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,
pitter-patter
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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