Recluse
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1 min readApr 27, 2018
Back of the stacks,
Audrey hears spiderlegs
compressing carpet,
chelicerae chittering,
so
she spits the Kenyan boy’s
fingernails into the folds of the book
and leaves.
This is a One-Line Poem for Chalkboard’s Prompt: Presence by Sheryl Martin