Spider stretches from yesterday into this morning, silk thread suspended
across my door frame, where we're supposed to stand in case of earthquake,
in case the house is falling down around your ears. Into this morning the spider
threads his silk and waits: middle of door frame for unsuspecting fly
to stick. Curious circus performs in door frame of trapeze-spider, tightrope-
walking across silk cord, on frame of death-trap, swings side-to-side:
a pendulum in my door frame, ticking sticky seconds through death-defying days.
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