I could kill him but I won't.
This tiny spider
no bigger than a pepper flake
has spun a web so fine
I can't see the strands
falling from a hook
near the basin where I shave.
He appears to levitate.
I could kill him but I won't.
He will be an inconvenience
for my wife when she spots him
but not an inconvenience
like the fetus in the womb
of my daughter's friend next door.
She goes back to school this week
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