Dear Future

I watched a spider build a nest inside
my steering wheel. I’m sorry baby, try
to understand. Am I supposed to cry
because the spider’s leg is quaking while

it tries to spin its web? The car is too
fast, it won’t stick. I see a ramen box
unfold across the road. I don’t want you
born of expired condoms. Here, the cost

outweighs the benefits of that. I once
believed my hands were strong enough to toss
you. But they’re weak. Can’t rip the uterus
from dogs in surgery how they were taught.

They were taught that pregnancy was not made
for the dogs unless it improves the breed.