Wednesday, June 24, 2015

i remember the cloak of invisibility.

i remember the cloak of invisibility.
and now
i've heard
the threads exist.
i can imagine 
the women with the craggy smile.
she lives with spiders the size of my hand.
she milks them and sells what is sticky 
and not called a drug.
she works these threads 
into fabric 
that erases

with its folds.

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