Poem: Eight Arms To Hold You

a giant spider crawled down the curtain late at night, I felt my hair sticking up

and prickling as I stared at it. I was just in bed, and reading. I lost my place as

I saw this thing efficiently creep down one line and then straight across the floor

stepping over a strewn t-shirt and across the mini-mountain of a splayed magazine

was it coming for me? Did I…