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Mostly I’d Like to Be a Spiderweb because in the rain I’d look like a cracked window without a church to belong to. You could look through me and see the world in front of us. One time, my ex-lovers made a road of tongues for me. I took my shoes off to feel the song a little better, and cut a note short with each step. I want to tell you how many churches I’ve built to praise little things that deserve more than their few seconds of existence. Like the time I opened my door, smelled hibiscus and knew you were home. Like the time a child told me there was a god And because he was smiling, I believed him. Mostly, I’d like to be a spiderweb to feel you walk through. To see if you’ll take me with you, despite the spider I bring.

A field of cotton– / as if the moon / had flowered

searching the hollows / for our old spot / the sphinx moth

“In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.”