9:42 a.m. - 2008-10-13
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Donald R. Anderson
Arachnophobia
The moments clear
in the lamp light
of black widow spider
webbed in behind the dresser.
One moment there,
the next it senses movement,
and hides.
I spray the area later,
but perhaps it has eluded demise.
Just as long as it has
gone outside,
I shan't care.
But something tells me
it not out there.
So I sleep careful,
not to stretch into the cracks
around my bed
with sleepy restless arms,
lest the danger lurks there.
