strange dream

The spider is still
staring at me in the shower,
asking to be the mint
to my chocolate chip

while I stomp in slingbacks
on wrings of generic brand
paper towels shaped in
the wings of dragonflies

that do not move ever.
Eight billion invisible
spider eyes scare me to
self-consciously avoid

blinding or drowning.
I wish I were not so green
with paranoia, or shy about
the seasick in my own hair...