Stinkbug Hard-shelled, with hinged legs and wings the shape of scabs, it landed on my book on Tuesday, my pillow on Wednesday, and on Friday log-rolled off the top of the bathroom shade, falling at my feet, its apparent propensity for flight-assisted jumps (or jump-assisted flights) a sign that it was dying to be near me, every body we miss a cure for loneliness.
- Michael Milburn
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