She hangs upside down
her engorged belly obscene
in the light. Like a jellyfish
hanging in the waves
of my window in oceans
of web, in the sea
of spiderlings breaking
out from her abdomen
and I cringing , terror
itching my fingertips,
children around the corner,
gnashing their teeth.
“Mother” was printed in Hawthorne Road, No. 2 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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