AJMER RODE

 

  Take My Hands  

Take my two hands

make eight feet of them

give them to the spider I

soaked in hot water in
my kitchen sink. Accidentally.

I will hide my arms
in long sleeves, will
finish the last painting with

brush in my teeth

but take my two hands.

If the spider

curled up into

silence, dies
she will weave her next web
in my soul

will travel with me

through all the lives

eighty four thousand

and more.