this
spider
looks like
chamomile
tea leaves.
it spindles
across her lips
and she lets
it.
she has a death
wish.
she washes
it
thick
in
deterrent
detergent.
Cheer.
and
spider
inside her
negotiates
escapes
beneath the
breath
she bates.
she prays.
she waits.
she lets
spider
sew
and hopes
its
circle
lets her
go
