Every so often, the snake eats the spider. The spider eats
the fly. Rumor has it, as a fetus, I swallowed my twin bit by bit. Tiny
arm, tiny leg, tiny spine. My mother noticed a tiny spot in her underwear
and it was gone. Longed for red meat, bloody on the plate. Fate a thing
with feathers and teeth fed the most beautiful fat. I'm that girl now, always
taking up too much space. With my hips, with my mouth. My rough
machinations. Every so often, I feel its tiny heart beating to the right
of my own. The spider ate the fly then sat squat in the web and cleaned her
fangs. Every so often, she sighs.
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