Two nights in a row now the spiderlings
have entered my bedroom after dark, spreading out
across the attic-angled-ceiling above my bed,
above my head. The first night -- hundreds --
some tethered on invisible threads, innocuous
but still I felt compelled to eliminate them,
easy enough with an old sock, gentle smudges
on the wall. No need for the old nightmares,
the body anchored to the bed with spider legs,
spiders concealing the face, consuming flesh.
Hopping a red-eye to Boston tonight.