Memorial (2)

Memorial (2)

The spider was in a different position in the morning.

She had left it there expecting no change.

All preconceptions shattered she turned to her army

of fetishes and of the one made up of sticky red triangles

asked if there had ever been a moment of doubt

in all that and if its replacement would only mimic

the necessary sense of loss etc.

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