Anchoress

(Pholcus Phalangoides) Certainly six months since I’ve been thinking of it & listen I should reach up with that long-handled duster & listen wrap the grey threads of her palace round & round & listen round like some goth candyfloss. Could be a year & listen all that time she’s not eaten – I’ve not seen her eat & listen there’s no evidence, no body farm, her musty table & listen no banquet. Spider stays, spider subsists, metal & listen tight inside her harp of aerials and powerlines, & listen I see her test the long attachments of her legs & listen make discreet adjustments of the loom she is & listen up in her panaudicon she listens for the universe & listen I hear her listen