-- spider, spider

spider, spider,
you've been resting your murky head, you've been
dreading those madhouse hallway dreams.
you stay up nights and wander.

you've built steps, and stools, and ladders,
counting each rung on your arm. there are no walls
besides those you believe in.

you think of old moons, of trains
and the shrieking tracks they follow.
you think of lying down.

you think it'd be nice
to stop here.

you breathe.


spider, spider,
quilting nightmares on your off days –
keep walking.

your trains will pass and light the way.