Beard of Bees

There is a woman knitting dreams.

She knits like spider webs your thoughts into dreams.

An intricate and delicate network of strings she weaves

Like the Spiderman on your sheets and pajamas.

She seems to know your life.

As only someone bitten by a radioactive spider could.

You ask yourself as you dream:

“Did that spider bite cause any inflammation?”

“Some red swelling would not be unexpected.”

Still she knits and weaves.

Now she’s using her sewing machine as that spider bite

has caused some sensitivity as well

and some numbness in her right hand.

You wind up dreaming about a giant spider.

And a red open toed shoe stepping on it.

Grinding it into the carpet.

Now she’s using a loom

that she bought at that big crafts expo.

When you wake up you are refreshed and at peace.

There is a woman knitting dreams.

Her infinite sadness she wears

like a beard of bees.

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