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Entryway

Here, spiders are welcome,
if they are colorless and calm,
as a defense against mosquitoes.

Their webs waver and drift,
tired flags,
when the door opens

in our tiny front hall,
such a small, eggshell space—
there’s barely any difference

between outdoors and in.
What complacency,
what delusion:

our belief that we’re secure
when we close this little door
on the world.

—
Laura Hannett lives in Central New York with her lovely family and a pair of tuxedo cats. Some of her poems can be found in Neologism Poetry Journal, Amethyst Review, The Bluebird Word, and Mania Magazine.

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