itsy bitsy

by amy sharp


A small spider has been living in my shower for weeks. Up in the tiny corner, near the molding that touches the ceiling. It's not afraid of the water below. Or of me. The spider snagged a stinkbug and wrapped it in a beautiful web the other day. I was impressed. This spider is tiny. But mighty. I'm used to the spider now. It's like it lives here with me. I tell it things. You can say anything in the shower. No one can hear you really with all of the steam and splash. I look at the little spider and I let it look at me. Nude. Soapy. Tired. Sometimes I close my eyes and sing. I tell it all my secrets. Names. The exact color of your eyes. How to fall apart. And the water washes it all out.