Wake
Try and shake the thousand beetles from my skull
The ticking is still metallic so
They’ve not made it to the deepest part
They scatter like stagehands on the opening of the curtains.
Someone left pressed apple sap in the fridge
It no longer belongs to them & my throat gulps down
The cloudy sugar pulp.
I flick the switch, the bulb faintly buzzes
Someone is coughing and hacking
Against our shared wall
The spider in the bath is making for an escape
But has been there for days
Craft my hand
Into the shape
Of a dead spider
And pick up the small black thing
Turn my hand over
And we watch each other
A million eyes like frothy water
On my simple two poached eggs
Right, we watch one another
As time coughs up its sticky strands,
Sends them out across the Earth
And patiently awaits the insect
And man's vibrations
