(ew)

when i find a dead bug
in my underwear i know
it has been too long

without a frenzy to make myself
presentable, to turn
this body into something

you’d want to pull off the hanger.
i try to offer myself solace: i have
been so focused on nurturing i let

myself become a habitat. i am fertile
soil. i remember: the bug was dead.
if this unwashed body cannot support

one bug, i wonder what it is good for.

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