Just inside the cupboard door a large fat spider squats in solitude. I sneak to my dressing table, keeping my eyes on it. Under my gaze the arachnid...
Sounds in the world/in the morning/in my mouth/in the sky/in the bath/in the awkward silence/in the grass/in the desk/in the life of/in the emptiness...
There might be some point where I snap - looking at myself in the mirror under the pull-down in the dark. I hope it will be soon that I am addressed...