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A nightmare dreamed 1978/9/22 by Chris Wayan

You lured me in your office, baiting me with empathy.
"I hear a baby
cry in there"
say I.
"Can't be one but
let's go see,"
says thee.
My spidersense tells me there's something strange: afoot:
Either that baby's deformed and has no foot
Or has too many,
how many?

Tell me the truth doctor
Show me the truth doctor
Show me the child, doctor

You guessed.
Let me lock the door
So no one will see..."

Then you spin to me
with fragile baby's cry,
Sank your
wish I
suppose I should wish I
hit you I cut you I shot you
or quietly

Not fought for an eye for an eye
By stinging you too.

For that's what I tried.
I gotta eat too.
With spidersense, I get by.


I really was less upset by the doctor's treachery or his transformation into a giant man-eating spider, than by finding out I was one too.

I'm not a Spiderman fan. I think this nightmare was provoked by Charles Harness's book The Ring of Ritornel, with supplemental spider-touches from Fritz Leiber's The Big Time.

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