Binding ties zip up with the flies on the wall.
The spiders eat them all.
They were born just yesterday from a paper maché sack.
Exponentially growing with each hour.
Until an amoeba thinks it’s bear country.

The flies used to sing in my ears while I stamped my mind quiet.
The resonance matching in harmony
with that piece that lost its adhesive to the refrigerator.
Someone zapped the television off, until I realized why.
It was the spiders.