A ladybug flies off my middle finger

My mom asks me if ive named the fire

-fly that’s been stuck to my shirt

for the better part

of a day

I say No, I wouldn’t be so bold

but I would be so bold

as to swat the shit

out of a beetle

after it bites me and then

anything else that touches me

 Buzz has gotten out

and the assault is on

as I type this

on a bugged computer