Poetry: "Ice Cream in Tarantula Country" & "Angular Unconformity; elision" by Rick Hollon
Ice Cream in Tarantula Country when I lived in a car, my father hid us away across broken tarmac in tarantula country and I watched migrations in the headlights south of Tucumcari he stopped, only to collect to confine palmfuls of legs / spinnerets / book lungs / futile fangs behind the plastic of a Safeway ice cream tub, two holes punched in its lid and I watched struggle decay into resignation stillness still he released t