Opal and Jacquie’s mom never let them kill a spider if they found one in the house, or anywhere else for that matter. Her mom said spiders carry miles of web in their bodies, miles of story, miles of potential home and trap. She said that’s what we are. Home and trap.

Large cylindrical cage with some tapestries on the walls, and wavy spider legs coming out of the top down to the floor.

A Spider
sewed at Night
Without a Light
Upon an Arc of
White —

If Ruff it was
of Dame
Or Shroud of Gnome
Himself himself
inform —

Of Immortality
His Strategy
Was Physiognomy —