Poem de Résistance

My spanakopita is frozen
not in poetic form but
taken now over two meals
heated precisely in two
different locations both
seemingly for the same
gastric highway although
can we step into the same
gastric highway twice?

Distaste prompts me from
suggestions to find a muse
where no muse beckons

What and who am I?
Immunity from within?

I find the smallest of spiders
traveling across my mousepad
and instantly gather this one
to a more hospitable place
an outside where larger webs
may or may not be more sure
than this virtual web where
words both run along fluffy lines
and catch on self sticky strands