A Stinkbug Cannot be Resuscitated

Part I, check next week for Part II

A stinkbug sits in the cereal bowl

I begin washing.

Any other insect would have been saved

except a roach, fly, or tick—

the undeserving.

It is not native, has appeared too many times unwanted.

A surprise when unrolling the bedroom shade and

smells of old celery if handled too much.

Today I decide what lives

in my sink.

Panick as it capsizes, pedaling air

but now I've started its execution.

Allow it

until I scoop it to the windowsill.

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