Spider
she hangs
between
drywall & cement
floor & painted wall
inside her tangled mess
resting
belly up & naked
private parts
exposed
her crimson birthmark
calls out
her name
I wonder if she’s weary
her day filled
spinning
fetching a silk taste
a fly-by
caught in a cycle spinning
me
I scoop lint
from the dryer weather
strip a leaky window
quotidian comforts
kill what’s precious
both of us
intimate assassins
spinning
to cover
death’s dark cheek
his scratch & stubble
the ink-black
deep in the iris of his eye
between
drywall & cement
floor & painted wall
inside her tangled mess
resting
belly up & naked
private parts
exposed
her crimson birthmark
calls out
her name
I wonder if she’s weary
her day filled
spinning
fetching a silk taste
a fly-by
caught in a cycle spinning
me
I scoop lint
from the dryer weather
strip a leaky window
quotidian comforts
kill what’s precious
both of us
intimate assassins
spinning
to cover
death’s dark cheek
his scratch & stubble
the ink-black
deep in the iris of his eye
©2017 Judith Pacht