A tiny spider swung into the passenger seat,
brandishing its tiny arms like a hijacker.
It had spunk, I'll give it that. I made a stain of it
with my monogrammed mug: MEP.
Some coffee spilled but it was saccharine stuff anyway.
I thought of the invalids in this world--
this hurt my head like a theoretical abrasion--
then, of the many uses a mug can have.
Originally from the East Coast, Masin Persina moved to California in 2007 to attend the UC Davis MA poetry program. He currently resides in Oakland and teaches English and Creative Writing to high school students. His poems have appeared in Leveler, Nthposition, Sixth Finch and Sycamore Review.