Flies and Other Bugs
A fly that always evades us.
We are in a rush.
With no time to kill a fly.
One that is already about to die.
So we leave it to land on the sink.
We leave the house to get away and think.
Flys, wasps, and other horrible things.
Are what the outdoors seem to bring.
We always get a swarm.
Which happens when it’s warm.
Opening the screen drives me mad.
Why are the mosquitoes so bad?
Why is it never a pretty butterfly?
Why is it only the gross bugs that get inside?
Centipedes and spiders.
I don’t like either.
But when I see a fly in a web…
Maybe some bugs are better instead.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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