I want to kill the long-lived spider
who lives in my window
and reminds me of death–impending.

Spider charlottes secrets from the shadows,
traps and shyly eats the bugs
that enter from the gaps
in between the crooked frame. My heart
creeps at this spider. Its tiny silhouette
occasionally casts spider big at golden hour.
Sometimes, it’ll peek through a slat: a reminder
that spider’s there with me all day long. I shudder. 

We’ll share another supper together
in wary peace,
but I hope one day–it finds a window crack
and goes away.