Asi Es La Vida

The webs we spin
privately...
all our own.

A spider on my back porch
spins webs...
effective ones.

My cousin was a spinner of webs.
No, that’s a lie...
He wasn’t my cousin
or even a relative
but someone I felt kin to
in the way
my harmless spider is kin to
a black widow
in a hole in the tree
by the playground.

It’s the web that fascinates me.
It isn’t perfect... no web ever is.
But it’s a trap.
A trap.
A trap.
A trap.