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.