there was a spider in the shower yesterday  bathing body i leaned in close its translucent legs stayed still, not dead just watching locked eyes and dollish  my bones rotated slowly and i watched it silently it spoke it said “body knows what mind lies” and body, mine stepped back knees bent—knowing—but i dismissed it, said spider doesn’t know what it doesn’t know in miniscule brain body, translucent skin body, yellowish and turning without moving i locked eyes with it, imagined roses blooming in rotting gardens, horrid hypothetical cravings salivating body slick  and clean maybe i believe in baptism of body but spider said “fool, fracture  spindles and frame your fantasies inside them. museum mosaics of body betrayal translucent screens, finger dreams—” 

shower went cold & i left the spider on the wall