insect poems

I felt bad – for a moment – to

watch the bee twitch to

see his two front legs

flail crazed on his

back jacked

from the cup

I had smushed

through his middle I

 

felt bad – for an instant – as

I crushed his bee head

with a rock – that

 

buddha stuff

says not to

kill things & I

shall very well go

to hell but it was

such a human

reaction when his

fuzzy bee bottom

grazed my

lip as I took a

sip of coffee & then

 

glanced in the

cup to see

the bee

so gleeful

& merry

as he

tainted the

last drop

of joe.

 

ryn gargulinski.02.17.13