Boogiewoman

 

it rolled down the hill one night

and hit the town like a pestilence

 

looming, spread between the treetops

sticky-armed and shiny

heavy air pressing lids shut

clutching dead-tight until noon

 

I slipped away from your grasp, spiderwoman

your candied arms won’t ever reach again

spider-sprawled across the ceiling

spider-spread across the carpet

spider-spat like a cat’s furball

spitter spatter

pitter patter

 

evil creature

swinging dizzy from the latch of the attic

I rolled out of bed, turned on the light

and gone you were, crunched on the ground

 

the sorry little carcass

of misfortune.