Once, when we were living in Guatemala,
we got so scared at the sight of a giant black tarantula walking across the floor
that we tried to smash it with a broom
but it was so big we had to use a shovel
and when we crushed it, we could hear it cracking
and it left a mark on the floor
and a regret that all these years later
I still can feel.
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