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Spider Season


A fingerprint on air
holding, paradoxically, a small
eight-fingered leather hand.
After a certain point,
I thought of it as a woman not a man,
a purse with a slew of bodies
and its own death inside.


Dana Goodyear

The Oracle of Hollywood Boulevard
W. W. Norton


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