Wasp Lands On My Hand
I am sitting on my porch thinking about how everything feels muggy; I feel sticky. It is July sauna. Everything outside has stopped moving. Suddenly I jump almost out of my skin. A wasp has landed on my hand; the ball is in his court now. Whatever he has to tell me I will listen to as long as he spares my life.
wasp lands on my hand
my heartbeat stops in my throat
good point i tell him
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