Freud Said There Were Spiders

Freud Said There Were Spiders

My lover is dancing 
in New York City with does, 
the flesh of photos, 
canker sores, 
missed simultaneous fires.

The mason jars 
at the breakfast table 
filled with lead and berries
 we never talk anymore. 
"the gods" 
do not let us belong.

Take away 
the ubiquitous red lens, 
your foil pansy
wrecks the era. 
Just re-create everything. 

There is "something big out there", 
Like Ariadne and her duel that was lost.
Our webs again
like hummingbird nectar.