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the psalms of wasps and other stinging insects
mikkirat

I offer you nothing
 1
save this poverty,
 2
this idleness,
 3
this listless pressing into sticky sheets,
 4
these faint thrusts made
 5
to drive away
 6
the frustrating hours
 7
of broken things
 8
and antique happinesses.
 9
 
Come shed your skin,
 10
leave your humid darkness on the door frame;
 11
we will watch wasps walk south across
 12
chipped-paint windowsills
 13
on breezeless, unemployed August mornings,
 14
our pulsing necks still strained,
 15
our thirsts unchanged.
 16

07/03/06

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