Bugged

At church this morning,
in the eyes of a bug
I saw the boy
I wanted to marry
as a girl

of fifteen
lying flat
in a burning sand pit
where the same boy
ran at horse speed
to triple jump
or long jump

as many other girls
my age and younger
stood wanting him
in the same,
childish way

a husband
whose name
we scrawled
next to ours
in corners
of History
textbooks

and in a blink
the bug was gone

Bugged

but no one I swear
was as serious
as me
for every time
he ran
he stepped
on my chest
landed
with all the rays of the sun
square
in my eye.