Oh, how I meant to tease him
Oh, how I meant no harm
Touching his back with my hand, I kiss him
I see the wasp on the length of my arm
Oh, how I meant to tease him
Oh, how I meant no harm
There on his shoulder my best friend is bit seven times
He runs washing his face in his hands
North of Savanna we swim in the Palisades
I come out wearing my brother’s red hat
There on the wall in the bedroom creeping
I see a wasp with her wings outstretched
Oh, I am not quite sleeping
Oh, I am fast in bed
Wearing three layers of coats and leg warmers
I see my own breath on the face of the door
Thinking outrageously, I write in cursive
I hide in my bed with the lights on the floor
