Inky Stains

My gurl says to her son, big as a man now with inky stains of yin and yang on his shoulder, get me the Jungian book. Sets it down and I pick the page of wands to read. The boy man says, Ms. Kikah, think about a spider in the corner of the wall over your bed. What’s the web look like? I say there is no web. How big is the spider? I looked and screamed.