The Spider

A sentimental spider serves no purpose in her life
I just make her sad after the act
She remembers no delights, she remembers fights
Awful days in Venice and those horrid Paris nights
She’s not one to kill a fellow spider in cold blood
She believes in doing it when she’s hot
When the place and time are ripe for the crime
If she can’t have me nobody can
The spider who swallowed her man
Don’t tamper with evidence at the scene of a crime
Leave the sticky web and the cocoon
Leave her plunging fangs in my abdomen
Leave my legs still wriggling even as she swallows them
Latrodectus Mactans I am the gift I bring
Nutrition for our putative offspring
We both know the truth: I have no further use
And once you’ve had me nobody can
The spider who swallowed her man