mama spider catches her web
her babies are on the way
she goes up
she goes down
trailblazing through
the window dust

she is a tired body today
her babies are waiting
the dust is waiting
the window is waiting

the sky puts on the mountains
a gray raincoat

then mama spider shakes
climbing up the glassy slope.

change of pictures, change of people, change of place, and story, and feelings, and love, it just doesn't ever stay the same as when we left that sidewalk under the lights on, lights off, weird cats, tall trees, bright minds, dark rooms, a bare bed, i washed the semester-long grime and hoped the next time the glasses clinked, you'd remember who it was that night.