Wasp Stung

July 14, 2011

My wasp stung hand
is having sympathy
for my not wasp stung hand
so the latter is feeling wasp stung
lying in my lap.

My friend says
when she was young
she’d been stung
then fallen pregnant.

She boils water in a saucepan
steeps tea, stirs sugar.

My stung hand is tingling
on the cover of my duvet
wrists burn like silver comets
cold bullets, red irons.

My friend says
a rastaman
in the mountains
had predicted it

then takes a call
from her daughter
black phone
gold flowers.

Oh wasp stung, wasp stung
wasp stung and over 30.

And the sky outside is velvet bright
night fallen, moon pregnant.

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