Black widow, you spin your web
In adamantine grey
It catches the light
And I am warned.
Tarantula, you hairy octopod
I see the trap you set for me
I fly
Butterfly so free
Widow, with your hair edged grey
Madonna’s peak, heart-shaped sorrow
The steel trap of your pain
Your melancholy wan smile
Sickly sunshine, monsoon eyes
Cheeks tear-washed and burnished
Spider-hands wringing and clenched
Working webs of agitation
Pity traps and kills
I die.
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1995
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