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Jul 2016
I killed a bug

I think it could fly
But, it didn’t
It was walking across the table
One pass of my index finger
It was no more

I killed a bug

Without a thought
Without washing my hands
Without blinking
Between breaths
I ended it

I killed a bug

What species? I don’t know
Could it sting me? No
Was it in the way?
Maybe so, but
It’s dead

I killed a bug
William Lodge
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William Lodge  Roslyn Pennsylvania
(Roslyn Pennsylvania)   
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