a wasp nest revealed
stupid me,
I open the window
one wakes up
makes it
into the room
he’s been here
for days now
we’ve calmed down
and resort
to calling him
“our little friend”
starving, eyed
by the cats
they’re waiting
for him to
waiver
they’ll catch him
in their claws
when he’s feeling
the most punchy
and yelling
at the infomercials
like they can hear him
like it’s
an open forum
a town meeting
or some shit like that
hats off to
lone wasps
whose hands
are not big enough
to change the channel
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