Poem | Spider
Published:Sunday | March 31, 2019 | 12:00 AM
Kayla is frozen in the tub.
I have to do something about the spider
her eyes, tongue and rigid body tell me.
I tell her if it bites, she’ll be super spider woman!
– My hand punches air to illustrate the privilege.
It doesn’t work.
I squeeze a spider-killing-tsunami from the rag.
– Ann-Margaret