Spiders

The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the water spout

If you don’t mention the spiders on the wall, are they really there?

She lies in his bed wearing nothing but socks that stick to her feet no matter how hard she tries to pry them off. Brown sheets. Brown walls. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Bruises, plum with a skirt of brown.

down came the rain and washed the spider out

If you don’t throw his steel-toed boot at the spiders on the wall, can you blame them for inching towards you?

His palms are translucent, but each time she blinks, they are covered with little brown spiders.  Spiders creeping up her legs. Socks stuck to her feet. Voice stuck to her stomach. Fingers creep around throat. Fingers creep. (Eight on each hand). Spiders creep along the floor, melting into the brown carpet. Brown carpet flickers. Brown carpet was made of spiders all along.

out came the sun and dried up all the rain

If you still call it a carpet, will you feel the bites as you try to run away?

She would run away if she could just get her socks off.  His eyes are in their usual place, but each time he blinks, there are three more of them.

and the itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the spout again

If you call him a boy, can you call his web love?
If you call him a boy, can you call your death a kiss?
If you call him a boy, will you ever get your socks off?

up the spout again

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