US Over Yugo-Nam, Spring 1999.

• Author: Patten, Karl
• Position: Poem

This itsy spider traipsing Across the words of my book, Asking to be concluded, Crushed by closing, will not go. I work hard at persuading Her off the page, puffingly Blowing, flicking a finger. "Go spin, don't make me kill you." She's stubborn, seems to enjoy Fiction. I persist, she's gone, Finis. What a struggle. I'm Distracted, off the page, too. Thirty years back, I realized Killing people was easy As killing bugs--haven't killed One bug since, far as I know...