If it hadn’t been so big
with legs so long—- in the shadow
of early morning
it might have been a tarantula…
not the itsy bitsy kind.
and in lieu of ether or morphine,
I soaked a cloth in alcohol and dropped it on him.
The cloth was luxuriously thick but
just to make sure, I stepped on it.
The ensuing crunch was sickening.
He should have stayed
in the water spout but he didn’t
and now he’s dead. Just 4 a.m.
and already I’ve murdered a spider…
Not a good omen for the day ahead.