who cares kill it anyway (10/11/20)

same day

same strain

same old 

baby spider

skipping along on the shower curtain

it is so simple to realize

that stardust is me

that every ounce of every creature 

is one body

that laying down in mountain moss

is laying in your own sheets

surrounded by your own hair

that shower water 

is every cloud 

is every tear

is the crisp juice from the first apple and

yet it is still so simple to wash 

eight legs and moonbeams down the drain

regardless of

the whole

silly