Homesteading:
He and the weaver look at a spider together, webless.
Some of them live in cones.
She whispers against his neck, "its back."
Two red spots.
It folds itself into a vertical pocket of space along the heavy white window frame.
An injured limb.
She puts herself away inside his chest.
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