business as usual

Business as Usual

Someone put
a black
widow spider
in my
Corn Flakes
box.


I built
it a
nest in
the hair
of my
armpit &
every morning
when I
wake up
I snatch
a fly
out of
the air
& feed
it to
the spider.


Then I
get dressed
& walk
around like
nothing’s
out of
the ordinary.

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