Household Deities

The restless gods in the attic, 

the basement, the bedroom closet,

anoint their limbs with sweat 

from my twisted sheets. 

The spider on the windowsill 

suggests I remove the screen 

and allow her children to come inside 

for breakfast. The flies in the kitchen sink 

become alarmed and scatter 

at the sound of our approach. 

[LSS, 9/5/20]