In memory of The Spuds Duds,.
Salem, Massachusetts, October 2003.
I spare spiders,
catch ‘em inside paper cups
open windows
and allow ‘em to feel
their way to freedom.
I spare moths
as well;
fluttery night fairies
have a right to live.
Even centipedes
may scatter free,
but
when roaches
find their way
on to the stovetop,
I herd ’em toward the
front gas jets
and turn up the flames,
chant the
landlords names.
