I reached for the fabric softener today <br />when a dead spider fell away from my hair. <br />I tried not to think how long he was there, <br />wandered to the legumes section, <br />thought how stiff he looked, <br />while I picked shined lemons. <br />I pondered his arthritic frame <br />an old one, maybe a grandfather. <br />In my house a large family grieves <br />for this fatally foetal corpse <br />who might have lived for weeks in my locks.<br /><br />Sonja Broderick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shopping-companion/
