One day a door will finally open,

and you will walk through.

Until then, the Figeater beetles

dive bomb daily, in the streets,

and on the front porch.

Even all the way inside, somehow,

a shiny green black body

waits on the kitchen counter

to terrorize with a

bumbling style of flight.

Exoskeleton to flesh,

once, twice, barreling

directly and repeatedly

into what is desperately

trying to escape it.