i think about how my vulnerability attracts wasps and how their wings touch me and leave the softest marks on my translucent skin i think about making my body a bu*terfly net but only catching things that bite and sting i remember being a child and watching the neighborhood boy stick fireworks into frogs and i thought of myself
as the gushing blood, i wanted to be inside a body that was disappearing the dog pound picked up my favorite friend, he didn't bite nor sting i watched him as he was taken away and my father dragged me by my hair back inside it stung just like my dreams