"Oh no its not you again",
the spider combing through my hair,
acting like you couldn't care
turning my blonde hair
into  strands of straw,
so you could see me
cry and crumble


Only this morning when I had
my hot compress over my eyes.
I imagined a half formed image
of a Roman's eye socket.
I was frightened and could only
think that 1961 Photography annual
was to blame.
Catacombs of Rome
turned through and through,
oh black and white images
can be so visceral

Rapidly I opened my eyes
trying to regain some semblance