Spider on My Headboard
Your house is not this place, Spider,
the headboard view from those many eyes
could peep my sleepdrooling face
sneak giggles while spinning meals.
The webs you put in corners have no home
where I rest in the dark. Seeing you
my lips stretch along blunted teeth, reach
for seconds to steady breaths—
Do you see yourself in shiny
doorknobs warped belly-big, needle legs knocking?
I hovered a shoe next to my bed: printed
stains where I laid my head to rest.
Pam Haas is a senior English major and philosophy minor at SUNY Geneseo. Her hobbies include exploring, procrastinating, performing slam poetry, and not thinking about graduating. She also loves to sleep in and fight the patriarchy, but usually not on the same day.