Things with Me & Spiders: 1. The killing rules
Things with Me & Spiders
1. The killing rules
Outside? Never.
They’ve got business
to be about and it’s
none of mine.
I browse branches
for their webs like
a window-shopper;
I drive them to drink
the mosquitoes dry,
every last one.
Indoors, it all depends:
on my hair or skin
it won’t end well—
I can’t account for
instinct.
But I give them quarter
when I don’t feel
vulnerable—if
they’re small
or slow or in
seldom used
rooms.
Once, I let
a black widow
grieve in
my garage
for all her
natural
days.