Two Poems by Bryan Thao Worra
Aug 20th, 2016 | By DefenestrationOne morning
Walking into my backyard,
A thin strand of spider silk tangles my legs
With a quiet snap,
Its frustrated author glares
From a high corner nearby.
One morning
Walking into my backyard,
A thin strand of spider silk tangles my legs
With a quiet snap,
Its frustrated author glares
From a high corner nearby.