I don’t want to kill it
the spider in the corner
it looks lonely
just waiting, and
I know that feeling too
hungry for
a sudden vibration
anything outside this
numb-norm
something to trigger
a response
something I hope
will satisfy
I look with all my
delicate eyes
I monitor all
encroaching behaviors
stimuli surrounding
arousing me
but my body is
softly poised in pause
and so I let it be
the spider and me
still waiting
and still waiting
(l’Araignée qui Pleure: The Crying Spider on exemplore.com)
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