here, ladybugs live and spiders die.
that’s how it is.
my rules, and i make no exceptions.
webs and all, i vacuum them up
smush their bodies in toilet paper
drown them in the shower
murmuring sorry, nothing personal;
a double lie.
take this morning.
i walk into the kitchen.
he is small, alone, skittering across the tile.
i am the brutal god (sorry, nothing personal) of a petty universe;
here, ladybugs live, and spiders die.