• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 02
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The future belongs to insects

Those are not ladybugs,
she said
as I brushed the insects
from my arm,
they are
tiny red men.

I looked and she was right.

They snarled and flew
angry circles
carrying tiny skewers
and taking
martial arts poses
before alighting
on me
once again.

What do you think they want,
I asked.

What do any of us want,
she said, sighing.
Just a place
to call our own.

But that's my arm,
I said.

Not anymore, she answered.
Look, they've planted a flag.