Here is a poem. I might add to it later.
Little Gifts from Above
I keep the eggs of spiders in my hair
They vibrate with happiness
& smell sweetly of stagnant water
I keep them stuck with superglue strings
Like mother's silk
& must sleep standing up
So as not to accidentally
Crush
The eggs of spiders in my hair
& with every hatching clutch
I weep droplets of purple ink for
I know my children will soon crawl down my face
& kiss me goodbye
With the tips of their legs
& then no longer
Will anyone mention how
I am so pretty
With the eggs of spiders in my hair.
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