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Mess


It is almost midnight in my therapist’s dining room
where I am quite at ease for a black widow spider.
I dine on fear, a deep well for a snack.
No reason to be scared.

Turn on the light.
My doc gets paid twice what she should;
we’ve been tangling, untangling
this mess for years.

Why does she insist I am not a spider?
I am too hooked into the squalor
on the table called life.

A starving ghost picks through the aftermath—
chaotic leftovers of garbage.
The clock strikes.
The room whispers to me.