there's a spider living under the arm of the chair
I realize
as I accidentally kick it off
and it sails gravity to the cement.
I look under the arm and see her eggs.

I consider squashing the eggs
then crushing her under my foot
which now seems mighty,
I think about sending her
into nothing
begging for God.

then I decide to let life
do it instead.

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