I see this woman
This poem was woven out of three distinct impulses. One issued from an illustration of a spider I chanced upon years ago that I thought was very cool and later taped to a wall in my writing space. What caught me was the way the spider's organs were identified, how the descriptions and terms correlated with bookmaking. It was the kind of thing that could inspire a poem, but years passed and no poem surfaced. The second impulse arose from an image conjured by the experience of watching a woman poet I respect greatly read—the image was so vivid I "had to" find a place for it. Frequently my poems are propelled by a drive to find a place, like a house, for an image. I began a poem, but it was incomplete. The third impulse was a formal exercise: to write a poem that incorporated technical facts and language not typically considered "poetic." It was this last impulse that made me reach for the spider.