Gina: JUST THIS ONCE

stop talking at me—
understand the silence

I blow at it
as it runs across the keyboard
[a beautiful form] the size of a match
head with multiple legs and rounded back
translucent, bright

from the depths of its evolution
an involuntary reaction
pulling into itself

it folds up—
the tiny spider stays
very still as if under a rock
or a leaf, and I can't see it, shining red

on the letter D
.................... [for diversion]

you need not
shout—simply face me
when you speak

by Gina
Launceston, Tasmania, Australia