Misogyny

Trying to imagine
why a single spider
working her way from ceiling to floor
would be the only one I’ve seen in here
despite all the cobwebs —

is it possible
she made them all?

I watch her sliding up and down
in front of me,
not three feet from my nose.
I’d say it was a taunt
if I could be sure
she is even aware of me.

Eventually, I’m sure,
I’ll swipe her lines from her
and if she lands upon me
or next to me, I’ll flick her
across the room, muting the music
in the room before doing so

just so I can hear the tiny click
when she hits the far wall.

She’ll be back and we’ll do it again
in a day or so. In the mean time before that,
cobwebs will continue to build up
in the corners,
I will continue to blame her. Every other
spider is safe from me as we go to war,
as I drown in the drapes of silk that
she never made all on her own.