so well, you spin your net early in the sun
your dim sight on pods going this way, that,
legs never worried, in my window, high above the lake
in the night i miss you, i hope you're happy
i miss the warm smoothness of your thighs,
your breasts' loose soft-nippled slump
how could the spider quit the world?
how could you leave me?
questions for another time, a rhyme
set in stickiness, passing for the light