I have a trademark poison
and the recipe will burn with me.
I am not the kind of woman you love
I am the kind of woman you hate.
I am what Montague Summers wrote about
a microcosm of circus geeks
with their left eyes sewn shut,
all of it always about to collapse
with too much coffee
and too much cigarette smoke.
I am a rumble in the belly
concealed under second-hand clothes –
metal and rhinestone crosses
on faux-distressed garments,
Araneus diadematus –
the European garden spider
wearing bright Far East prints.
The female of the species
is deadlier than the male
The female of a different species
uses all her poison