a little bug came
sat on my fingertip
it was red & didn’t care
about all my marks and defects
i said ‘hello, kiddo’
but it stayed put; simply there

made me feel like i matter
when it asked for nothing
made me feel something
when it didn’t make me shatter

when it went out flying
i wasn’t expecting
a tender break through
with a delicate ‘thank you’
just for my existence
even if just once

listening while writing: The Microphones – I Felt Your Shape