I Wasn't A Big Fan Of Bugs

I wasn’t a big fan of bugs.

I could hear the cicadas chirping, or buzzing, or.

Small pings from the air signaled 'bugs'

A false alarm, my eyes and the brush of my long hands confirmed it,

I still question my hair

Stars spawned sporadically

It was warm enough for mosquitoes tonight,

but not low enough, on the roof,

I didn’t like bugs. 

Too bright a light would block out all the stars,

One star was not a star.

Hello

Hello

Would you like to come with me?

Do you want me to?

…

Could you give me more of a pitch? I have been enjoying the roof recently.

You could be in space. 

Will I age?

Yes.

Will I be changed significantly?

Yes.

…

…

Have other people done it before?

Yes.

Oh.

…

I’ve been trying to slow down recently.

I've no time for this.

Owl hoots, moon bright; late evening.

Lighting flickered off in the background set.

The designers really nailed it tonight.

Autumn. 

I didn’t like the light from the ship.

Less stars, already less from the neighborhood.

I didn’t like the light from the neighborhood.

It was all going to be a road soon.

I’ve been trying to be better about what I “should do” recently.

…

Honestly, I should. Thank you for offering. But, I don’t want to.

…

It’s a very nice night. 

A cow moo'd, in agreement, I hoped

Stars filled the sky, one extra returning

Could also maybe feel a bug or two…

Uncertain, so certainly time to go inside.

I wasn’t a big fan of bugs.