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Spider in the Bathroom

… has learned not to rush to his drywall crack
when I flush, a sound familiar to his ears
(if he has ears) though he is quick to vanish
when my vacuum thunders in and threatens
Could almost be a companion if he weren’t
so black, such a suspended/stock-still trapeze
acrobat practising his guru’s patience
for what comes blundering in through
house holes: slowly moving wood bug
stung, poisoned, drained, its corpse left
for me to dispose of, an offering from
old Light-less Eight-Legs if I suppose
he does more than kill, still time, then flee
from large shadows darkening his wait