Dreamt in Dokki

[Stalker]

The spider laughed,
slipped a little here and there
as he danced
his furry feet
in the pools of sweat gathered
inside my head,
tap tapping against
the bare bones
of my nightmare,
like half-drowned morse
tossed around
on a rough pillow.

I had gone to sleep
in my own bed
and woken
elsewhere,
somewhen,
in the Golden Palace.

My name,
driftwood, flotsam,
an alluring memory
far from my grasp
smashed by the dark;
wrapped,
a cocooned fragment
dangles helpless
with the rest,
in cobwebs.

Sticky remnants to feed
endless fear.

There, in the Palace,
next to the Mosque,
dreams are punctured
by Adnan.
The word of God interrupts
spiders and pillows and men.
That song weaves
another dance
and a promise.