I'm making my bed
But it's been making me angry
It's coming between me
and an indefinite freedom
I want to be loved
by someone
who understands that
her laughter
is a secret intelligence
I'm sweeping the ceiling
But it's not revealing the mystery
A spider lives there
and she's been spinning a story
She wants to be loved
by someone
who understands that
her laughter
is a secret intelligence