Mar 2017
I am a bug in a bathtub.
After trying to climb the wall
twenty times
and sliding back down
twenty times
I believe I am going to wait
for that mysterious hand
to reach down
and carry me to safety.
At least until I catch my breath
and have another crack
at climbing that wall.
After trying to climb the wall
twenty times
and sliding back down
twenty times
I believe I am going to wait
for that mysterious hand
to reach down
and carry me to safety.
At least until I catch my breath
and have another crack
at climbing that wall.
I regularly rescue bugs from my bathtub. Today I actually fished a bug out of the toilet bowl, and sure enough it was alive. I carried it into the sanctuary of my church, and let it crawl from my finger onto a curtain. It sat next to me through the sermon. Two years ago I would have just flushed the toilet.
Written by
Senor Negativo
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