Poem

Thoughts on the spider who lives in my bathroom and is currently hiding lamely behind the exposed stud in front of me after I startled him (and, yes, myself) when I opened the shower curtain

a poem

I can only see part of your leg
But I know you are there,
nestled,
in a safe nook for a moment
before scurrying off
like the
slut
you are.

I fear you,
Yet I am enamored with you.
I recognize how much more powerful I am than you,
Yet it is you who wields power over me.
I want to kill you, but I will not.
I want to love you but I cannot.

Wilbur was an idiot.