I Am the Lady Who Swallowed a Fly

i've been casting about for a new use
for the arachnid i trapped under a film canister

it hasn't been hard to dissect the minutiae
of my days, but i can't seem to find

a hole into which eight legs could climb, in syncopated
union. (i know that this is an illusion. elliptical coordination

escapes the viewer when you watch from above
instead of at ground level.)

then i recalled that a fly had been bugging me, lately,
whirling and whirling and never leaving,

even in the pitch black of my stomach.

so, a spider to catch the fly, i thought.

...as long as i don't need to go and catch a stray
sparrow, to take care of the spider later.