The red spider eats
her mate during ***
It makes him last longer
It makes him more potent
It’s a willing act
Suicide for a good time

Look at the light outside
That means the morning is starting
That means we will wear black
That means tonight your legs will wrap around
And rest on the small of my back

In this hotel room where
His hand held the romantic gun
It means we will have to forget about this
All of it
His face was buried in light
Virginal and scarred and quiet

Things get stuck in the corners
Along with the fruit flies and the dust
Sometimes you forget which part of you stayed in the trap
And which part was eating you alive.