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The Wasp

Posted on May 27, 2015 by in Art | 0 comments

Who knows how long

the wasp rode on the back of the

white car in front of us

as we zipped along the road

singing along to Katie Perry’s

Dark Horse,

Benjamin and I,

belting out the lyrics with abandon,

neither of us knowing the meaning.

The wasp hopped on right around Hwy CC

and maybe he was hitching a ride to Braum’s,

or perhaps he was riding on to a country home,

to raise a family and build ugly, mucky little nests

on the eaves of unlucky homes,

but we didn’t wait to find out,

because we had places to be

And surely in life,

baby, there’s no going back.

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