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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