Lame ass Poetica Spontenaium 12.16.02
I don’t know from whence this spider came
weaving it’s skein between your heart and mine
I hardly expected it to bite me, either.
And were I careful to collect the silk
rolling it between forefinger & thumb until a proper yarn was formed
I could thread a needle to prick at our skin
and cross hatch, we together.
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