cleaning the bathroom and watching a DVD of a poetry reading by mark young

and there was the moment when a garden spider
[like maybe it could be another kind!] jumped from the
mirror to the tub near my hand allowing for me to scream
like the final girl in a cheap ass B-grade horror film when the tub was slicked
with foamy cleaner
my hand was wet with chemicals as my ass landed on the toilet seat
with a fat THUD the spider stood its ground and we both locked our eyes
two against eight
                              stopped in time