Even Now
by Patricia L. Hamilton



When I’m out
walking
what unstoppers
the bottle of spiders
I still carry
and sends them
skittering
one by one
down my back:

an ordinary sedan
with tinted windows
idling alone
in a cul-de-sac,
its engine
the deceptive purr
of a cat
biding its time
at a mouse-hole.






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