I perch on the bathroom throne,

Thinking I am alone…

Then feeling a crawling

Up my leg (appalling),

I brush it off quickly and groan.

But there is nothing there,

The “bug’ vanished into thin air…

It sounds so mean

While feelings careen

‘Tween fear and utter despair.

Infections for a diabetic are worse,

Enough (a continual curse)…

But creepy-crawlies

And neuropathies,

Of phantom bugs are really adverse!


–Jonathan Caswell


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