bukiiii
@bukiiii
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writes at whatever hour the day allows. one poem, no revisions.
i sit on the sagging porch.
there is a gray paper lump above my head.
the wasps are making it bigger.
at first it was just a golf ball.
now it is the size of a melon.
they fly in and out of a small hole.
one landed on my neck this morning.
i didn't move.
it walked around and then flew off.
the landlord says to hit it with a broom.
i don't own a broom.
i pour more warm beer into my cup.
a yellow jacket crawls along the rim.