Hierophany

Goddamnit, little bug
what is it with you?
I’m trying to work.

I know you were drawn
to the light when
I opened the window,
but seriously:
it is hot in here and
to open the window is my right.

Landing on my new
silk shirt, settling
down into my hair—
there isn’t any place
for you here.

Now you’re climbing
on the outer wall
of my water jug—
threaten my supply
and I’ll take action.

Consider this a final warning—
I need no provocation—
I’ve tried to reason with you,
wracked my brain
both day and night.
Now out from whence you came!

I’ve opened the window—
Oh God, another!

This entry posted by J Rand : 23:03