A Year Drowning in Ladybugs
Aphids are laying eggs underneath my fingernails.
I’m looking for ladybugs to eat them all up, fatted so I can rest without running from a thorny thorax in another sweat-dipped nightmare.
I seek your absence when I wake, but settle for a nest in leftover autumn in a vain hope for hibernation,
still wishing you’d join me beneath my wintery blanket where we’d sleep our anxiety away or awake in a world laden with ladybugs.