I have the right to speak for a place where I recently arrived?
is all delay, anyway, relay bound
by ritual. Like a priest sacrificing his depth
to a god.
spider with eight long legs, cautiously
climbs the wall next to my bed, unsure
of the steep terrain.
I look again, it's gone. A few minutes later it appears,
to her rank kingdom,
leaving her Mother barren,
again and again until
I turn and turn
off the light.