THE WASP

Good morning Iris, 

the coffee wasp. 

Worried in the dark, subtle 

burning in the finger, 

looking down the black body, 

on the coffee can lid. 

back with speaks of surrender, 

and reminds that you will 

never die, you never 

lose meaning, so step boldly, 

towards the coffee lid. 

Iris, you know this, 

you've cleared the mist, 

13 years ago today, 

marched toward bright light, 

cleansing off the maya. 

And though it's taken more 

than a decade for me to see 

through the haze, my concern 

is redeemed, and how your departure 

affects his days. He will not speak 

to me, not sure who he's angry at 

You for being gone dead, 

or me for being gone living. 

But maybe you could fly 

over to his house, and 

sting him next time . 

Not sure why, I 

am needing more pain, 

yeah... Actually I am 

Sure of what I did. 

On second thought, 

leave the poor kid 

alone, keep your 

stingers, aimed 

at me. 

I'm sorry

14.11.2019.