augury doggerel

Thursday, September 25, 2003

Old World

A spider in the bathtub big and athletic enough to make me woo the woman. We glass her, slide an envelope under light feet, and look inside at a sprawl from lip to lip of the overturned glass. Out, I'm told, and I don't argue. Days are getting cold, but she outlegs us, ravels our nerves, and we need to breathe at night.


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