The Spider
I was working one afternoon
tidying an already clean home
I was in the kitchen cleaning
and while moving a knife holder,
out slides the BIGGEST tiny-est
brown spider. I ever seen since.
It dives for the mini oven.
I, of course smile
Hey buddy, you can’t stay, you’ll get squished…
Eventually…
I move the mini oven, exposing it.
It’s inched itself into an indent.
Hidden itself amongst the corners of
two embracing perpendicular tiles.
I try to corral him with the rag in hand.
It wouldn’t budge from the lover’s crack.
I prod it. Poke it. Flick in its direction.
The eight legged dancer scorns my every attempt.
I pick up a knife.
Knife and rag.
A tag team to have it
shimmy onto of the knife to its safety
but it’s on to that
and refuses to get on.
Unwavering stubbornness and
insolence idealized in such a small form.
I become unusually upset
and say
Spider, I can:
Smash you to smitherine.
Pummel you with my pinkie.
Rend you with this rag.
Kill you with this knife
Wreck you with a flick of my wrist.
With just a fraction of my power and
in an instant, end your existence
on this sad cruel world,
right here, right now.
but I won’t! Because
I know you don’t understand
but I’m just trying to help you!
You stupid spider!
Why won’t you let me help you!
and for a split second i thought
had the spider been in any hazard?
or did I feel the spider needed saving?
I stopped myself in front of the rabbit hole.
philosophical quandaries are not my forte
but by continuing with my actions
i risked the spiders life recklessly.
the spider was fine before I had found it
It will be fine after…
I sighed and took one last look at the spider.
and smooshed it.
Buwahahahaha!
Ha!
No… not really.
I put the mini oven back
and continued working.
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