Frosty
dawn tickles
Last
footsteps left
Of
scattering bed bugs;
My
guiltless friends
So busy,
so silly
I watch as
you gather
A last
string, a last thought
Evidence
of industry
In
considered navel.
The hairy
trap
Useless
since nativity
Open,
mysterious, enigmatic
The great
equalizer.
From
goddess to peasant, united
Explore
the pucker
Only to
wonder, confused
When did I wear blue?
Harvesting
arthropod of morning
Store
detritus treasures
In oft
neglected orifice.
I give
all, storage and shelter
Blood and
skin, gratis
For
retribution nil.
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