How I Try Not to Step on Weevers

by James Rockwell   Jul 27, 2025


I tiptoe, hopping like
a blinded astronaut on
the lunar surface trying not
to end up in a crater
counting my steps as
soldiers in a minefield
pretending that even if
I stepped on one
the one I stepped on
would appreciate my effort
and eventually decide
not to sting my foot

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