Feeling Itchy.
Spiders, crawling around my ear,
Talking to me, egging me on,
Saying, "Don't sit on my byway Bitch"
I say, "Die spider before you bite me".
I have been bitten by spiders before.
I don't like to kill them.
They collect others in their webs.
Across the State Line.
A day on the road, cold, small space.
Arting, alone, with, without, other.
A day spent on the road, fast cars,
White mountains, icy waters,
Turkey scattered fields, road deer.
Montana, loosely, watched.
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