We have a fraught relationship, the spider and I.
She weaves her web along the trim of my back door.
And when I water the garden I turn the hose to clear
the mess she’s made once more.
She now is in a snit worse than any she’s shown before.
For now she weaves her web across a larger field,
snagging the handle with her sticky spit and bugs galore.
Now, exiting through the back door means
walking through her web covered in cotton glue.
Getting into a power play with a spider is not wise to do.
I can almost her her snug refrain, “Hah! I got you.”
annarino writes 