This spider is not having nightmares about censorship. With eight eyes I have seen THEM jump from unmarked cars. Felt the Magnum bootsteps cross our threshold. Heard their balaclava breath. They come for you, not me.
In the recess of a window, I lie low. Scuttle down those cracks you never see, stalk the dusty under-cupboard. There, with the cache of books you knowingly hid, I need no light. Rest invisible with your companions:
Atwood, Morrison, Kobabe, Orwell, Hosseini, Spiegelman, Vonnegut, Joyce. And three more years. I count them: all that time to read. Ignore distractions. Focus only on that single strand – untugged. Until it is.
x. 2025
https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/m002kkmj/storyville-the-librarians
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