bugs.

I have a completely irrational aversion to insects.  Primarily I fear them, despite my rational intelligent understanding of my relative size.  But though I can talk myself out of this anxiety as long as the day, the second a bee swoops within three feet of me, I panic and hop around, spurting intelligible syllables from the mouth.  It's pathetic.

Nagging bugs are different from perilous bugs.  Gnats, flies, ants and mosquitos fall into the "nagging bug" category.  

In honor of nagging bug season, I'll publish a poem I wrote in July.

Mug air

sitting stagnant

ly on my beading skin

dotting salty dew

drops one irksome black fly

will not seem to stay

away from me, 

fly!

Tapping my foot to

determinably pay

not any attention

to the tip-toeing

winged heckler.

This tapping toe

is making me

hot.

7/19