Stegodyphus lineatus

Last night my best friend confessed his love for me

I cracked a stone smile and pointed at an estuary



Growing up

my mother couldn’t grow her own love

instead she gave her limpid bod

hid the pieces in our rice bowls

stuffing our angled mouths

Goya's Son in role-reversal

we took turns devouring



if I love you now would you roll your eyes at me?

if I love you now could you take it?



Sing for you? I’m dying of thirst

too jungled up inside to pass for a desert

you told me that I choose this way

that a pen won't save me, 真倒霉!



quaternion family unit—what an unlucky tetralogy!

Published by Terry 5 years ago on Wednesday the 15th of April 2020.

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