Socked

I accidentally killed a spider this morning. I’m sorry spider. It was dangling in the doorway to the balcony. I was still fresh from a dream, about what I can’t remember, but all I wanted was for it NOT to come in the house and it was spinning that way – legs lurching and hairy and black stripped peppermints. It looked like Melvina’s drug-addict sister, so i grabbed a sock (something soft right?) and tried to shoo it out and hit, hit a little too hard. Now it’s a crumpled black berry on the deck and I stared for a long time thinking it would get up.