Beneath My House
Joe Aguilar

"Near that pipe," my neighbor said.
I said, "I ain't touching that."
A fat one straddled its egg in the web's center.
After climbing the stairs, we ate grape popsicles at the kitchen table. I could see Mommy outside, hunched in the tomatoes and cucumbers.
We locked my bedroom door. She unfastened her pants. It was only a minor crease.
Later, nearly asleep in my bed, I imagined the unformed black widows fixed inside their globe, waiting.