Chapter 32
Chapter Thirteen
There’s a spider here
in this corner in that—
her three eyes
tiptoe in darkness,
her eight legs
track my spine,
she mirrors and mocks
my pacing.
There’s a spider here
who knows all of me
her web my history full writ.
Somewhere in this strange place
a spider waits
for my panicked flight . . .
THE CONSPIRACY
BLIND GALLAN (B.1078)