The ruler of bugs
thinks we are slow
moving ants
creeping along
the shelf over
the backsplash.
He said so:
The insects
are glorious.
Unhurried.
He noted the
open mandibles
as evidence
of contentment.
He said:
Look at their
swollen abdomens
and dragging stingers.
Crumbs are everywhere.
The fly paper is up--
my son mistakes its
stickiness for poison.
Touch it I tell him
then pull your
hand away.
#weeklypoemandpic