The June bugs arrive early again. Legs good for nothing but sticking to thighs and fingers. When I pluck russet bodies from my own flesh, I set hard casings on the porch to stagger. Though some fly away. But the weakest won't stand. They fall on their backs like heart-broken lovers.
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