Could have been another?
Not much in habit of
Cleaning and washing
The fruits and greens,
If plucked off ground,
I would have tested it
If only had not seen
A bald and black head
With the eight curly legs.
On the leaves of radish
That she pulled to cherish
I saw a spider…
I caught it with bare hand
Sent it to trashcan
Before act of rolling
The Pita, sandwich;
Then ate it…
Now food gone inside me
I question:
"Could have been another? "
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