Ground Wasps

Wed, 04/15/2020 - 03:21 -- gpoehm

How often am I to swallow this wasps' nest?

My throat has been swollen since the first time

    I misunderstood where honey came from.

Ironically, honey is the first thing I reach for

    when I lose my voice.

 

"This pen is my divining rod," I lied,

    through my teeth and to my face.

No apology has arrived yet.

    I suppose he's waiting for remorse.

 

What I'm saying is this:

I've been fighting wasps with a baseball bat

and a can of Raid.

 

The scoreboard says

we're all tied up.

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