If they didn’t want us
to be scared of them
they shouldn’t have called them
wolf spiders
I know you can relate
as I sit here
stalked by an obstacle course
of overturned cups
each one harboring
a shadow
my tea is cold
and I am suspicious
and itchy
and then there is the one
that got away
feathery stain scuttling
under the couch
it was his lightness
that was the most harrowing
the way he seemed to crawl
without touching the ground
I can’t stop thinking about him
howling his revenge
in the dark.