there are two corpses resting
on my kitchen window sill.
far apart, the left one belongs
to the housefly, the right one
to the giant house spider.
they have been dead for weeks,
but for some reason, i can not
bring myself to remove them.
to say that it is because they
remind me of the fragility
of life would be the obvious
truism. and it is not the striking
insignificance of their deaths
or all the social metaphors
they could embody. not even
the aesthetics of the symmetry
of their position. it is the sheer
fact that i still do not know
why.
hidden pilcrow 