cellar spiders

flames licked the bottom of the kettle as i warily observed a daddy long leg traverse its way across the kitchen ceiling. maintaining a false sense of unconcern, i turned my back on the arachnid and began scooping my ramekin high with vanilla ice cream. tea, and dairy — substances of old. the kettle alerted me with a soft whine that it was ready to be relieved of its duty. my tea of choice was black, lemon, decaf, familiar. warm steam rose to meet my ready face. water and fat, hot and cold, savory and sweet. with the spider vanished into some homely crevice, i vanished into my own. what show would i watch tonight?

source: my notion, dated 06/2025