Today, in the hot house,
I said “Thank you” to a spider.
She folded two legs across her chest
and tapped the toes of two others.
I said “Thank you” to a spider
and I specified her work
in the hot house,
though I did not mean it
as a loophole, specifically.
I said “Thank you” to a spider
and the fingernail-clicking
of her voice chittered,

“‘Bout damn time.”