s./j. goldner - Homoarachnophobia

Never ask your gay brother to kill a spider.

Two cracks at it and the massive creature
is still creeping around
with both heads very much intact.

Though, he says he
“definitely crippled it and it for sure won’t last long”
Thereby assuring me the thing is in poor shape,
He puts on his shoe and leaves the room.

I nestle down to continue studying.

When—seconds later—
I spot the dark shadow rapidly inching
its way underneath the radiator.

Letting out a vocal gesture of horrid surprise
simultaneously sets off another from the adjoining room

And I acutely vouch
the neighbors won’t be able to
differentiate
My scream from his.

Stepping up to the plate with a freshly laden textbook in hand,
I slide it ferociously to intersect the
cunningly oblivious insect,

cross
ways

in mid travel—fucking Slam!

One shot. Enemy down. Game over.

s./j. goldner

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