Coral Hull: Poetry: In The Dog Box Of Summer: Spiders

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CORAL HULL: IN THE DOG BOX OF SUMMER
SPIDERS

spiders/ spiders/ i cringe from spiders/
                                                           crawling
spiders/ falling spiders/ angry spiders/ bite/

extremely fast moving spiders/ stable & unstable
spiders/
            very lonesome solitary spiders/ beneath
the kitchen table spiders/
                                      spiders' eyes/ spiders
hiding in pegs/ shivering/ quivering/ hairy meaty
legs/
        stomach cramping legs/ scampering legs/ too
many legs for my liking/
                                    spiders spiders/ i despise
them/
         shuddering spiders/ shrubbery spiders/ biscuit
tin & oven spiders/ garden spiders/
                                                     spiders behind
the ironing board/ spiders lost/ suspended in jars
of turpentine/
                     crouching within the pages of those
hideous insect books/
                                spiders in living colour/ or
simply living spiders/ hanging upside down from
ceilings/
            a spider coming home/ bounding up your
forearm/
             rushing up your leg from the dark depths
of your bed/
                  spiders in your sleeping bag/ spiders
in the tent/ in suitcases/
                                     wardrobes/ bassinets/ in
filing cabinets/ in books/
                                     don't forget to check
your shoes/ your socks/ spiders inside loving
darkness/
              big fangs/ angry spiders/ losing legs/
spiders in bathroom towels/ toilet rolls/
                                                          spiders
too big to squash with a shoe/ a half maimed spider
rushing under your bed/
                                   now suffering under there
somewhere/ shivering pain/ angry/ agony/
                                                               do spiders
cry?/ do they seek revenge?/ do they?/
                                                         will that
spider crawl into your bed/ dying & biting your
stomach to threads?/
                               it will/ spiders do/
                                                         strip down
the bed/ sleep in your flatmate's room/ or your
mother's room/ or another room instead/
                                                            don't go back
for a week or two/ & pray it doesn't come to you/

starve the little bastard out/ feeling petrified &
really guilty about it/
                               spiders that play dead until
you touch them/ spiders that spring into being
suddenly/
              jabbing your thumb with their dribbling
fangs/ falling from trees down the back of your
shirt/
        the whistling bird spider that eats dogs/ the
flying night spider that barks at frogs/
                                                        fucking
big spiders/ the solitary fang/ the dream spider
existing as a sexual organ/
                                        spiders twice as big
with twice as much poison/
                                        when all loathsome
spiders are dead & squashed & gone & bottled in
turpentine/
                 then the cockroaches will come

    

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