A New Law of Gravity

There is this other form of gravity.
Let's call it "sympathetic gravity."
The drowned bug, so tiny, in the bathwater with you,
keeps drifting towards your leg,
anywhere on your skin
its afterlife can make contact with your life.
It creeps you out.
You scoop it up in a cup, a lonely pink cup,
and the bug corpse floats in there.
But it drifts towards the pink wall
of the plastic rinse cup
the way we put our hands out to touch
pink marble in a cemetery.
There is a pink limit that is either alive
or is felt as alive,
which is nearly the same thing.