| from Thomas
I don’t know much about insects and that’s just about all I know for sure about me. The pearly junebug near my toes crawls impatiently toward the darker half of the room. Your hands are slender and radiantly veined, it makes me want to fold myself in half repeatedly until I could fit inside a crossword puzzle square. O I’d pluck those veins like harpstrings if I could. I glissando the dimming air as the junebug reaches the halfway point. |