I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to stay
You’re too big- you’ll surely be noticed
by people in this house who won’t handle you like this
I grab a cup and paper (I am not afraid, but there are limits)
at the first touch, you curl up and fall into the cup.
It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m so much bigger than you.
Let me get a look at you, it’s alright
Shiny and brown, you’re very pretty.
What are you, a false widow?
Just a very dark house spider? I can’t tell.
I’ll just call you Little Friend.
But you can’t stay. I know it’s warm in here.
And I mean you no harm,
but there are limits.
Let’s get you outside.
I always get stuck in the same place
climbing into the Cave of Munits
but my heart doesn’t race anymore,
it does, but it’s from the exertion.
I just need a second. I’m fine.
It’s the Resting Spot,
a little pause before the final ascent
To let my heart rate slow
and give my muscles a chance to adjust.
It’s alright to need a moment.
There’s a trick to it
I turn my face away
And talk about my dog
Or to tell a joke with a long set-up.
Put my brain to some other task,
And let her do her work
giving me medicine to protect me
Taking my blood, gathering data,
so I can keep living.
So I can do my own work
IV—Saying No to You
What happened was
You hurt yourself anyway.
Turning myself inside out
To try and stop you
Didn’t make a damn bit of difference