My black widow grandmother ate my grandfather.
And I had to watch.
She laced Christmas dinner with insults, fed off
his indiscreet discomfort.
Her favorite taste: humiliation.
If only my father had been born a desert spider. They know
when matriphagy is necessary.
My mother’s siblings aren’t cannibalistic or even venomous –
mostly innocent cupboard spiderlings which
strayed too far and forgot how to communicate.
My little brother hardly remembers
his cousins’ names.
Funnel web spiders
don’t hate their grandmothers
or forget their siblings.
--Makayla B., Adult