At midnight, I chase
my second glass of wine with advil
Spider chases her bug
with another bug. Cheers, girl.
We all have our places in this world.
I chase Cat, Cat chases Spider.
Spider chases Bug.
Bug chases me, probably,
someday, when I’m in the ground.
Socially distanced from the sun.
Spider weaves stories of all the places
we’ve never been and will never go.
There are more windowsills than days.
Maggie Petrella (she/her) is a poet based in Buffalo, New York, but currently lost somewhere in the continental US. Her poetry has appeared in Detritus Online, dreams walking, The Daily Drunk, and Your Dream Journal. She tweets @maggie_425.