Poem

This is a poem my friend, Jen, wrote. She is a poet and is beginning her Master's level study of the subject. It's fun and silly. Enjoy!

Spider Bites

Last night

I was visited by

the ghost of the spider I killed

with a piece of paper

and threw into the basket

by the nightstand.

His gauzy folded legs floated up

from the crypt of under the bed

and carried him, spinning, spinning,

supernatural arachnid flotsam.

Here he did his worst.

In the light of the bathroom mirror,

I find his vapor bites, slight and pale,

which spell in 8-armed shorthand

across my face,

“See you tonight.”