I HAVEN’T FIGURED OUT

I haven’t figured out

how to not kill

the spider

crawling

too mindfully

up the lampshade

on my desk, toward

a powerful invisibility.

So I whack it with a thin

volume of Women

Poets

of Japan

from the adjacent

bookcase, and it

disappears

like I was

afraid

it

would.

Mission unaccomplished;

mystery gone for

now.