mythic

arachne catches
in her web
spindly legs snatch at a dress
her loom covers a train
of scents lost in the cloth.

a maze of threads
carries stories beneath streets
she takes Tokyo and San Francisco
in her teeth
tastes each town on her tongue

tracks sew city tapestries
evoking a lion, a dragon
a heroine
textiles in turnstiles
whistle kisses
mechanically passionate.

--Amelia Marzec