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.

David Blomenberg resides in Indianapolis and recently received his MFA in Poetry from Purdue University. He has been a regular reviewer of new classical music recordings for Musicweb-international.com. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Poetry Salzburg Review, Artifice, and The Sycamore Review, which is also where his interview of Poet Laureate Rita Dove has recently appeared and an interview with Ted Kooser will soon be published.

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