Theme Friday: Teeth
Near the solid dead center
of the city of Chicago
in a neighborhood known as Logan Square
on a dead end street called Chanay
lived an interesting spider
on the ceiling of a 2 flat
in a far corner of the front room.
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The spider was beautiful
with its wonderful teeth
and battleship gray coat
that covered his long athletic legs.
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She and He sat together
in the corner opposite the spider
and nearer the floor
talking out a break-up that wouldn’t take
for another few years.
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She said this isn’t working out for me
so maybe we better cut bait
and he said we’ll see
like she was a teenager
wanting to drive his car to the movies.
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Unbroken despite her best efforts
the two continued
together in their corner
watching Woody Allen
and drinking their wine.
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Toward the end of the second chianti
another spider approached the first
and He said look! he’s got a companion!
and before She could say how nice!
their spider moved forward
on his long athletic legs
and ate his new companion with his terrible teeth.
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Christine and Annie take on Teeth.
August 27, 2010 at 10:56
Felt like I was there in Logan Square. Keep writing woman.
August 27, 2010 at 11:10
Thanks, Cathy!
August 27, 2010 at 11:02
I don’t even know what to say. Damn, woman!
The way this is formed. The jewels straight out of a grandmama’s special satin lined box. You know the one? Every once in a while she opened it and showed off her good stuff then locked it back up? (Usually when she was upset with her daughter-in-law? Or bestfriend?)
a break-up that wouldn’t take for another few years.
he said we’ll see like she was a teenager wanting to drive his car to the movies.
Unbroken despite her best efforts
The way you described the spider is unique. You, through and through.
I want to buy your book please.
August 27, 2010 at 11:13
Oh, go on!
(I DO know the one, and I adore how you’ve described it.)
August 27, 2010 at 11:47
Hey Clancy,
I love your approach and how you take the minute details of a dreary life and make them so fascinating and real. And how the spider mimicked the death of the relationship. Good work, girl.
Annie
August 27, 2010 at 15:24
Very well done…you are definitely a writer, dear one!
August 31, 2010 at 09:10
Thank you, KDT.
August 27, 2010 at 18:54
When you’re on the pub. tour and you just can’t make that last city that week, I’ll go to that venue and pretend to be you at the reading. You say things better than the way they are best said. The way someone would feel jealous if they weren’t so in love with you and all your words.
August 31, 2010 at 09:13
Thank you, Sister. I hope I am ever required to go on such a tour, you will go to EVERY venue and pretend to be me, on account of how I’d rather get my @ss beat with a wooden board.
You always say it best than better, and I aspire to your example.
August 28, 2010 at 14:33
Hot damn!
For what it’s worth (and maybe you know this already), I love big spiders. I just prefer them outside. Seriously, though, there is something to admire about them, no matter how creepy-crawly. Their complexity and ugly elegance. The assemblage of all those parts. You’ve done that here, in that battleship gray (how appropriate!) coat, and those athletic legs.
In thin, sticky, webby relationships, there is only one to sit in the center.
September 1, 2010 at 23:15
I was waiting for the spider to bite one of the couple or be eaten by another spider. I enjoyed your descriptions. I always do.