When I first looked above my bed
there were 3 spiders at the ceiling’s edge,
each the size of my palm.
They didn’t bother me so much,
and I guess I didn’t worry them. Until
I look up again and there are
2. This Houdini act…
where the heck did the 1st one go?
It makes me think of how
itchy my hair feels,
like someone’s tapping across
my scalp, looking for a break
between 2 roots to sink
in eager fangs. I know that’s too
anthropomorphic an attribution
for an arachnid, but I still wonder
when I close my lids and taste the world
through the 3rd sight of my dreams:
how does this life-changing moment look
when blinking 8 eyes?
About the Creator
Alison McBain
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
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