by David Blomenberg
The world is full of spiders. This is what I’ve learned.
We may eat them in our sleep, or this may be an urban legend,
but if true, in these cases it is the spider’s fault
and not our own. We therefore are, more often
than we know it, the instruments that accomplish
another’s destruction. The world is full of spiders. Spiders
are everywhere and paranoiacs aren’t wrong:
we are being watched. And constantly. Forget
the cameras at the bank, the grocery store, the hemispherical
mirrors in the post office. Walk into your yard at night
with a flashlight. Hold the plastic barrel along your temple
and make a miner’s helmet. Push the switch, the beam shining out
and you’ll see them, so many of them in the grass, the hedge;
their eyes—they shine back, orangish and bluish like stars.