I don’t know
much about insects and that’s just
about all I know for sure about me.
The pearly junebug near my toes
toward the darker half of the room.
Your hands are slender and
radiantly veined, it makes me want
to fold myself in half
repeatedly until I could fit inside
a crossword puzzle square.
O I’d pluck those veins like harpstrings if I could.
I glissando the dimming air as the
junebug reaches the halfway point.