Sitting on the toilet
I can see the hairs on its legs
From finger to thumb it measures
the length of my hand.
Abel and Kane
Our arachnid friend is unaware
its significance is biblical.
It would have been his 40th birthday this year
All bones and dust
The remains of our bond –
space the size of a spider’s leg
Just large enough
To torture each other with this small nastiness.
Behind the toilet a small window is open
I could get rid of it
But its absence would be noticed
‘It’s a pet’ he says
But what he really means is – be afraid.
I wonder how I look through its many eyes
Taking a dump and not flushing
A small pettiness
in my brother’s house.