I want you to know that I killed the spider
who has been living by the elevator window for months now,
coming and going
in her orange-and-black and
increasingly terrifying fashion
far too close to the mailbox.
At least, I think that I killed her.
I came at her with the edge of a cardboard box
and she dropped
to the cobblestones.
At least, that is what I hope.
Perhaps, she ran up my sleeve
and she is in my hair now,
Perhaps, her thousand servants are now congregating
for the sole purpose of plotting my demise.
They are laying out maps and dealing with issues of nepotism
and who is really the first born son of a thousand and so on.
I can only hope their diplomatic issues hold them at bay for some time.
I have no idea what she has been sustaining herself on
for all these months,
and deep into winter.
Whatever it is,
it was likely rather meaty
given her voluptuous frame.
She’s a behemoth, truly.
She is most definitely crawling into the apartment,
and into the bed.
But before she inevitably kills me,
I just want you to know-
that I did this courageous thing for you.