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Aug 24, 2018 01:09PM
Aug 24, 2018 01:33PM
I fear and admire spiders in equal measure. A poem:
Spiders laugh all the time,
only we don't know it.
They love shadow. They love warmth,
suspended in the incalescence they have spun.
How many times have you created
housing that will catch for you your daily meal?
Spiders have it all over us.
They can run a mean 100 millimeter dash,
and disappear into a crack.
Can you? I didn't think so.
Spiders kiss behind the bushes,
and don't bother with addresses like Mr. or Mrs.
Spiders can crash wherever they land,
make a life and home anew
out of mere symmetry and dew.
Even after a nasty fall,
each wears a weather-coated
parachute of sorts that softens all spills
and makes a safe start of all.
Spiders can bite and deploy massive armaments,
against objects twenty thousand times their size.
They can poke you right between your eyes,
as they did my mother, or any other.
Spiders create soundless trilling symphonies
perfect in their arching incalculability.
How did such a small creature
learn of such rhapsody,
without a notebook or a teacher all together?
Have you ever seen a spider forced in line to wait?
Have you ever seen a spider on a date?
Have you ever seen a spider with a mate?
I haven't. Like I said,
spiders have it all over us.
1998 at 39 Stage 2 IDC, 1/16 nodes, ER/PR +, HER2-,Gr 3, surgery, AC + Taxol, rads, oopher/hysterectomy, Tamoxifen, Aromasin completed 2010 - Aug 2018 metastatic recurrence Stage IV, ER+ PR- HER2-, Gr 3, Sept 2018 Letrozole/Ibrance, Prolia