The problem with poetry
Anna Breslin


We had a massive hatch here a some years ago. We could not go outside without getting dive-bombed by them. We were covered in a massive wall of these nasty bugs. Driving was also NOT FUN. I tried to find a photo of what it looked like, but I couldn’t. I also can’t remember what year it was…

It was absolutely awful. I know that much. Going outside was a horror show. It was so loud and you couldn’t take a step without crushing 20 of them under your foot, or having 5–10 of them fly into your face, land in your hair or somewhere on you.

Run from the car to the house, try to get inside one or the other without bringing at least one of those things with you.

I know why the bible uses locust swarms as a sign of the end times.


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