The Spider Songs of Mr. Spector
you make me touch your hands for stupid reasons
April 6th
This modern has
dog eyes, not the wolf's eyes that are
ridged in teeth but
rather, the wet wide domes
bristle lids, black ringed
sad little curves that
wait and
wailing
and wait.
I wonder,
can he taste the prickling woodsmoke,
creeping, creeping?
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