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
Copyright © 2013 by Dana Goodyear
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission