First Spring Morning

This morning a stink bug
dead in my foyer.
Even dead its three ugly centimeters
twitch my skin.

I rub the back of my neck
where I imagine its
mandibles
entering.

Then I notice how,
in this early sun,
its outer shell shines.
How gray and shiny

and beautiful
its death is.

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