she was gone for good
& i’d sleep until evening
& wake only to get whiskey
as i drove one evening
shaky at the wheel
i noticed a spider’s web
on the passenger side mirror
a large spider against the window
it clung there as i drove
the mesh trembling in the wind
then i’d stop & get out
purchase the whiskey
& hit the streets again
as my new friend held on
sometimes i’d sit
parked along the curbside
& smoke & talk to my friend
how you doing, bud?
how’s the fly game?
the silk wheel glistening
in the streetlamp
the stoic spider waiting
this continued for a while
the bottles
the cigarettes
the one-sided talks w/ my pal
until one night i pulled in
& noticed most of the web
had been torn away
& the spider along w/ it
& i sat in my little cloud of smoke
& instead of heading back inside
i drove to the bar
occasionally glancing over
while idling at a light
at the two loose threads
rob plath is a writer from new york. he is most known for
his monster collection A BELLYFUL OF ANARCHY (epic rites press 2009) .
his newest collection is MY SOUL IS A BROKEN DOWN VALISE (epic rites press 2019).
you can see more of his work at robplath.com
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