it was a dream of a wasp
in my hair, like you wear
me around your neck
and take me off in
the evenings
I was pulling you through
a thousand strands, pulling
a dead wasp out
of a hundred braids
and it was a dream of
you and your hands and your
hands, covering
me up
I was saying stop
no, I was saying I can’t
hold a pain like this
in just one body, so
your smile
faded
and I walked out
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