They rummaged and hunted,
holding butterfly nets
in their methodical hands.
Looking, lately, for some insects
in the garden adjacent
to the literature department.
They appeared bored,
reluctant and tired.
On our part,
we gazed
at this activity in bewilderment.
we -
Kafka's vermin,
Abe's beetle,
Mansfield's fly,
Chekhov's cockroach,
Lispector's insect,
Woolf's moth.
---
the best option we could offer
was ourselves.
