Penelope to Ulysses
Like a spider committing suicide
each night I unweave the web of my day.
I have no peace.
About me the insistent buzz of flies
Drones louder every day.
I am starving.
I watch them, always, unblinking stare.
All my dwindling will
I use in not moving, not trying, unweaving.
I pull in my empty nets
Eating my self, waiting.
Meredith Schwartz
Highland Park School
Highland Park, New Jersey