The nights are long
The days are slow
The big spider
really big spider
with brindle body and bristle limbs
hangs out
at the top of the green bedroom curtains
with meaningless threat
intending only to find warmth
a safe place to nest
But when I look up
pillowed in my warm safe bed
I sense danger
I would like to only wonder
Simply celebrate another life
Wish her well
Welcome her to share my world
But I imagine her breeding
I imagine being cast from my own room
by hundreds of her tiny immigrants
who do not belong here
So I turn my face
and let my husband kill her