The spider always webs its net
for me
everywhere
includes the woman
who only presented pain
in a box
whom I too presented pain
in a box
that looked like mind.
the spider
included the woman
in its net
that netted me since
child lisped
first time a vowel
until the vowel lisped out
from the toothless mounds
continue to claw my time
along with the woman
webbed with me
clattering love.
The woman whispered a pain
into me
the very day
that spider followed the woman
before the last’s last’s last winter
knitting her child’s knickers
spinning round and around me
a fence was made out
barring me from mine
my affair
included the woman
suffering
the suffocations of life
she nailed a sigh
somewhere
below the bosom
smiled bemoaning her
like the nail stuck her as struggle.
The spider webbed me
and webbing me
with woman
in every corner
where it hatches its
household geometry
for a generation’s
unsolved dilemma
in the dart and dust
called family
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