There’s a spider who lives in my toilet,
behind the toilet brush in the corner,
far enough away from the handle
for me not to grab him. I look at him
when I have a pee. He looks at me
from his web up the side of the door frame.
We live in peace together, he’s got his
life, I’ve got mine. He’s lovely, shiny brown,
I’d miss him if he was not around.
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