To widow the kills
you swam in as a child

To kill it in that beautiful
little black dress

on New Year’s Eve
in New York City circa 1985

despite your exposed
widow’s peak

To kill the

widow

left on the blank page
of your heart

To be the black widow
spider they killed for no reason

after she was just following
her instincts

To kill the porch light
before you discover that hillside

covered in widow grass
To be so lost in it