the spider lives
somewhere
at the top of the
stair
between the
cast
iron
banister and the
rotten carpet

the web
reappears
even though
it catches only
dust

resilient
like dandelion
stems

they nest in the hollow
between the sash and the
air conditioner
     they chirp in the spring
     echoing off the house next door

they shit on the sill
piling up their debris

they sound like
they're inside the
walls
     they're inside my
head