There’s an open door before you
Shed last year’s skin before you go
A gift, upon the hearth below
Postcards, from a swap that Christina organized.
This is not the itsy bitsy spider, but a dead baby desert tarantula in the bottom of an empty bowl (left outside by the front door). Let’s bring it inside for examination! Here, under the bright sunlight in the kitchen:
…oops! don’t panic, it’s not dead, I guess!
Let’s take it back outside:
…oops! Shit! Back up, kids!
This is not the itsy bitsy spider, but a dead baby desert tarantula in the bottom of an empty bowl (left outside by the front door). Let’s bring it inside for examination! Here, under the bright sunlight in the kitchen:
…oops! don’t panic, it’s not dead, I guess!
Let’s take it back outside:
…oops! Shit! Back up, kids!