This door won’t close
It knows why I am here
Five feet, nine inches
I turned off thinking about
And took to something else
My hand looked one color
Hairy and quick, like a spider
Walls were folded into each other
Well, I remained nailed to the furniture
Ribs raised, two spools swelling
It was this way the last time
When I told the judge, he laughed
And attacked me with red teeth, digging out my chest with his tongue
This door won’t close
It knows why I am here
Five feet, nine inches
I turned off thinking about
And started to look with my hand
It turns one color
Hairy and quick, like a spider
To the shadow of a tree at nighttime
The day, like a rotting fruit, unfastens its skin
We go gather up the rinds
And preserve them somewhere damp
When I told the judge, he laughed
And what he said could not be steno-graphed
I cannot close the door
It knows why I am here
It’s five feet, nine inches
We turned off thinking about
My hand turned up in the air
It was the same in color
Hairy and quick, like a spider
It’s mostly dark here but a few clear things
A banner of light jackknives into the room
The door is ajar
I have only one question
I cannot slow my hand down
Or mummify masking
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