After being with you, I saw a beetle
stuck on its back, scuttling
its legs. I could have crushed it
with my heel but I left it alone
for the ants to devour—
the ants did not come.
An Electronic Literary Journal
After being with you, I saw a beetle
stuck on its back, scuttling
its legs. I could have crushed it
with my heel but I left it alone
for the ants to devour—
the ants did not come.