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