In the top corner of the bathroom
By the shower
There’s a web where a spider spends hours
Just watching and waiting
To stare at me.
I’d scream of course
If he were in the bath
But mostly I cope by not looking up.
I did the vacuuming today
And could have blown him away but decided not to
A stray thought suggesting
Maybe spiders eat other creatures
That might hide somewhere out of reach.
I tell myself
He’s only offering to help
And clean away
All the insects I still haven’t seen.
I’m seriously hoping he’s not a she.
Written for ReadWritePoem # 21 perfectly flawed