What poem is your pocket today?
Mine is
Allowables
I killed a spider
Not a murderous brown recluse
Nor even a black widow
And if the truth were told this
Was only a small
Sort of papery spider
Who should have run
When I picked up the book
But she didn’t
And she scared me
And I smashed herI don’t think
I’m allowedTo kill something
Because I am
Frightened