The Ball Jar

The spider's trapped in glass
on my bathroom tile
The false widow
The sphere of death

The spider's trapped in glass
Frozen as I take a shower
Legs tucked, it's a pebble
Against the seam of the Rim

The spider moves with the glass
I flip it and cover
Some have died this way
Before or After a shower

The spider in the glass.
We are saving you, I tell myself
Then officially uproot you
Launching the spider into the backyard
Like dumping out water.