There are spiders everywhere

This showed how Goddesses punish

They weave and jump across

those who are immortal

the tomato plants and cucumber

How many ways can a God

Leave sticky strings across

use a woman as malleable pulp

the entry to the washing machine

for a swan or a bull or a man

The young jump from the tree

How many ways can a woman

one thread still attached

scream no, beg no, her mothers and daughters asking

floating like a Christmas light alone

Arachne fought for our protection

and land in my hair sometimes

through her own skill of creation against the goddess

if I’m sitting outside at night

And this is how we thank her?