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Poem #16

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.

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