#4

There's a spider in my palm
and if I'm still
he's calm.

There's a fire in the hills
and a black balloon of smoke.
There's a necktie of a flame
and the brush the ashes took.

There's a spider in my palm
he'll stay sleeping
till the dawn.

There's a pickup truck behind
and it's packed with bark and wood.
There's a scar along your neck
in the shape of the moon.

There's a spider in my palm
and he'll bite
when you get home.

There's a fleet of red and brown
and it's moving up the coast.
Leaving past lives in sight
look like tainted frost.

There's a spider in my palm
if I'm still
he's calm.