Quietly licked my left ear,
A brown recluse spider. Last night.
His thin legs, soft and vain.
I slept in the roaring hurricane.
So he left a polite little mark,
On my neck. Purple-blue circles grew
Around the bluster, formed a cyclone eye.
In the morning, the storm unrolled
Into a wildfire, which scorched
My neck and my tongue and my feet.
In the midst of falling faint,
It was the same sting I had
When I was rejected from Science.