To the kamikaze insects who met their destinies
On my shins
On my chest
On my face
You will not stop me

I will ride on
Bearing the stings
Carrying your corpse
Stuck in my sunblock

I will wonder if that is you
Or ground chia seed
From the bonk breaker
Lingering in my teeth

I will wipe your wings
From my sunglasses
How it feels to fly