Be Glad They Are Not Bats
Spotless lady bugs parade out of the envelope
We have never seen anything like this
Where did you order this stuff? My husband asks.
The return label says China
The bugs keep marching steadily toward us.
They are now on the recliner, the counter, the baby’s pacifier.
Just be glad they are not bats, I say quietly
As one enters my mouth.
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