Poem
'Cobwebs' a poem by Tracy Ryan
by Tracy Ryan •
Always an afterthought, last thing left
in that mad dash to spit and polish
before visitors – rare here, so I forget
how others might read you if they looked up:
weird residue of disuse, proof of slackness, antisocial.
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