Walp
          she welched on their deal 

he couldnt miss it if he tried

a big gauzy cottonball of eggs

Really eighteyes  What was the deal  I know you got enough brain matter to stitch out a web and agreed to our agreement

why would she  a black widow  renege

all eight eyes blinked simultaneously 

the big eyes silent treatment

she might have had a better shot at it if they were big brown eyes

not black 

                not black like the harbinger of death or the soulless eyes of a Great White

that merely reflect your horrified terror-distended features    before it strikes

and then leaves you alive  disabled  gored

leaking blood like engine oil   knowing there will be another strike

and perhaps another strike

before you pass out from massive blood loss

or perhaps your endorphins  dopamine  kicks in to anaesthetise you

and you bob haphazardly  lazily  on the rolling surface

a blissful junkie

No sweetheart  that aint cutting it

We had a deal

I got opposable thumbs

I got a stick

I pick up the stick in my fist and the cotton candy ball goes byebye

Sorry  

          a late abortifacient

Im usually prochoice

 

but not when an agreement is violated  a trust denied

You can stay in the tin mailbox if you want

                                                                                                                              But you cant be surprised by my actions

I dig Nature calls  but when She did   you should have taken the call outside the box

Ca pische

if she didnt get his English maybe she could take a hint from his mongrel Italian syllables

he just ran the gamut of his Romantic Languages

 

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Thats all you got

Big black eyes

Ill give you a moment

Say yer goodbyes

Im getting a stick

he couldnt say that he didnt have misgivings

he pulled the egg sac intact from the mailbox and considerable strands from her web that trailed off the stick like iridescent streamers he had on his first bicycle as a boy

it had training wheels

he found a favorable shaded spot and wound the strands  --  with much ado for its stickiness  --  to a thatch of dead weeds

if they hatched thered be plenty of creepers and crawlers to nosh on

hed check after the weekend to see if she blew the pop stand  vacated the premise for another dig

he hoped not

but he couldnt blame her

though hed miss the brittle empties scattered on the floor of the mailbox like tea leaves from which to divine

animals bones guts insect carapaces and yarrow sticks

                                                                                            beggars cant be choosers

afternoon,  Friday,  19  6. 15