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.