The bugs are outside. whirring and chirping away. calling to loved ones. I am inside. the refrigerator hums in the background, calling me. My breath is so close and inside me. life all around. click clack, click clack. I type, haltingly. I am semi-hunt and peck. I could open my window and let the outside in. I do and the bugs swarm my lamp surprised at their easy entry. hehe, haha, hehe, haha. they are probably bored of my silly human life but discuss it endlessly amongst themselves. very persistent creatures for a few weeks and then the cold comes. quiet persists and percolates once again. The hum of the cold box is relentless even through winter. My computer cackles at me. my cat cackles at me. the bugs cackle at me.
T. Robinson
fifthcorner@qx.net
U.S.A.
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