circled raze some soft-bellied beetle circled my lampshade in search of more light than the bulb was willing to give. for hours that unsnarled like years, it traversed this linen landscape, conoid and crepuscular. there was no sign of its scarlet and sable when i woke from a dream of six boiled sweets dissolving on my tongue. absorbed into my bloodstream while i slept, i'm sure — like all the other insects that have made this room their own. 230623 what's it to you? who go blather from