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October 2013, vol 9, no 3

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Collin Barber

What Would Issa Do?

In the moonlight stretching high across my bedroom wall, a wayward spider reveals itself. I resist the urge to crush it with a magazine, or a shoe, or to squeeze its guts out with a paper towel. I just sit in my bed, eyes transfixed on this stupefying master of evolution, while it charms me with its unyielding tolerance to gravity.

Suddenly, it slips — as if it senses my admiration — and flaunts its ability to walk away unharmed from a monumental fall. I smile as it survives the crash landing, and as it scurries across the floor, I watch the cat do what I wouldn't.

the argument
our baby
plays with
a dead mouse