The Afternoon of a Spider, Lyric FM

by Bridget Sprouls


I am watching a spider and listening to waltzes


The spider has no web

No doubt she is choosing a place


perched on top of the comforter I have thrown to the floor


(the wall sweats and it grew spotty)


Violins are trilling on the 7th

The spider, like the nose and whiskers of a kitten

creeps along


changing her mind a lot

It’s got to be hard




finding yourself in different countries

all new angles


Saltando stroke

Hello Paganini


The spider has not moved in a while


Teardrop percussion


My first instrument was

a pair of sticks


I guess we’re all putting something off