the wasp will just not fucking give up
floats along our old back wall like a drone patrolling we have cut off her access with duct tape a mud house inside she brings caterpillars to feed her young grasping wriggling I think to myself what if I held my head to the boards would I hear them writhing they will die I watch a news report of a dam collapsing all mud and death I do not want to mourn my family ever it has been three soft striped days she will not give up I am sorry