Spittle

Now they give me
Some other journey (or I
gave)
Without leaving or destination
Excepting the destination

Eye crammed ear crammed
I run my tongue over tired
and badly tended teeth
I watched
a spider belly full of spittle
stretched over the space between us
screen and I, line taut

From my unfeeling to the gloved hand
And I curled in embarassment
Like my insides were on show

Turn away from this shame that
cocoons
She read me a letter I thought
bore another name
I asked, and was answered

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