Last week, for the second time
in my life, twenty-five years apart
I left a drink unattended and
sucked up a bee.
At least this time it didn't sting my tongue
(which now does most of the stinging).
I say "it", but it wasn't the same one.
Don't you get that I don't learn?
It wasn't on a milk carton
or in the bottom of a cereal box
but there in the stuffing
of a thoughtful body pillow
a placeholder made
by one who can't ward off
the wasps every night
so leaves an assistant
to soak up saliva.
Father, I don't ask for much...
That's a lie.
I do, and sometimes get it.
You can keep what's left in the sea.
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