That’s why I stopped killing spiders in my twenties
Understanding my protector, my dream
The power lines in the northwest quadrant
Of this city are fused
To my ancestors’ crease, giving life
Like a packet of brown sugar
At the C&O Diner in the desert
Dance with me, like tarantulas
And celebrate the boats that brought us home
Not guided by man, but by water
And the moon, by the insects that power
This planet when no one’s watching
Break down, listen: the locusts bringing back whatever
They could find in the fields
I want to be the cellar spider that drowned
Knowing what was possible
And still giving up

*originally published in The Garlic Press (2025)