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eight baby spiders

eight baby spiders
in the bath
since last night.
I left them there
to avoid the question.

how do I choose which
to be: angry giant
or great saviour?

procrastination
is the tool
of choice
in this situation.

my bathing needs
are less than eight lives, but

as the water falls
from palm to fingers,

i just let it run down
to avoid the question.

Spiders, am i selfish
or human invertebrate?