wasp nests
hanging by a thread
they congregate in old wooden garden boxes
quick on the attack
i wake at night from the heat and swelling
i recover
only to overindulge in rough play
with a little black dog
we each grab for the stick and
she finds both the softness of human flesh
and the stick
she wins
i lose.
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