the black fat spider
crawling
slowly
across the wedding cake
as white
as snow on a february
day.
a tall tower of confection
positioned
on the table with
the bride
and groom in plastic
set
at the top.
i said nothing about
this creature
who swung down
from the chandelier
on his own
volition. hardly leaving
a trail.
what was there to say.
who was i to raise
a hand
and say, hold on a minute,
stop.
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