in the throes of fever, she watched
a small brown spider slowly
make her way up the wall
to the ceiling, across the plaster
and into a small hole beside
the dust-wrapped light fixture.
later, she could not say
whether it had really happened,
or she had dreamed it up as a way
of captivating her restless mind,
trapped as it was
in the fog-enshrouded
thick head of illness.
August 30, 2008