a linked-verse sequence
Tag: spiders
hanging on
to a single wing
old spiderweb
I dreamed I’d written a book about all my disguises.
When I woke up, it was true.
jumping spider
pressed flat except for
its arc of eyes
The snow’s cold flesh
is as full of life as any corpse.
the acrid odor
the acrid odor / of a stinkbug’s fear / kitchen spider