In Our Bed

Here's day six's submission of NaPoWriMo (a poem a day for the month of April in honor of National Poetry Month):

In Our Bed

Shit.

I’m in bed,

Just calmed down

from chasing away

the giant house spider

(a substantial understatement of size)

lounging on the quilt.

Truth to tell

we killed it -

with extreme prejudice.

All our environmental self-righteousness

flew out from under the covers,

screamed, swore, grabbed a shoe

and hammered that non-poisonous

extremely intimidating

uninvited, ugly

eight-legged little demon into pulp

on the carpet.

No remorse

(well, maybe some).

but he was in our bed. Our BED!

And we can’t get past that.

Not without therapy, and I’m not doing that

for all the spiders in the world.