It hides behind the knives
every time I start cooking
was it a month?
a year?
it cannot be the same spider
but
it is still there
I look at it
Climbing
Is it sacred?
Of me ?
Like I’m of it?
It’s a tiny piece of
Life
that I could
crush
with
Only a hand
I gather the knife
And keep cooking
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 8:15 PM UTC
It hides behind the knives
every time I start cooking
was it a month?
a year?
it cannot be the same spider
but
it is still there
I look at it
Climbing
Is it sacred?
Of me ?
Like I’m of it?
It’s a tiny piece of
Life
that I could
crush
with
Only a hand
I gather the knife
And keep cooking
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