Crouched legs no bigger
Than a five pence piece
A wormy smile painted on his back
My companion the spider
Nods his greeting
From my ceiling
Creeping the wall by my shoulder
As I wash my pots
Strolling in the breeze
At the crook of my window
I didn't see him move in
Is it tasty wings you catch?
The ones that dance in the lonely streams
Cameo by my shadow
Cast by harsh orange beams
He is my fellow traveller
In a room that could be anywhere
He speaks no English
Neither do I, who knows what that sounds like anymore
If every eye was different
He would see seven other versions of me
At counter, bathing, awkward relief
Composing blasphemy and brushing my teeth
Whispers that gave my mother grief
My spider catches the smoke
That pulls my eyes and mouth askance
Ensnares the wicked drunk dispense
Finally, I barely lay in bed
He nods goodnight and kisses my head.
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