[tabby title="Poet Bio"] sticky silkher motherhad called itwhenas a childshe’d walkedinto a webshe recalledhow it had clungto her, beautifulspun silverfloating in hergolden hairmother’s little fairyas they steppedout of the woodslight-headedcrownedqueen of allthe tinydead [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Monica Crumback writes when...