ARRvol34 master reduced - Flipbook - Page 126
The Fly in the Nigger’s Eye;
After Whitman
There is a spider climbing its noose
in the warp of the air conditioner. It climbs
into the lighting and the unit clicks. It hangs
and seems to crawl on the light or the light
that shows the edge of the weft
cracking it. Somewhere it hangs from a sense
of light.
It throws a little shadow on my face
weave and web enclosure in my eyes.
The unit clicks back on.
I cannot find
the spider. The web. I am sure darkness
remains on a face light stares quiet at.
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