The world is your wasp’s nest. This delicate warning, this glossy thorax that pulses with threat. How you grasp what will hurt you,
“I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no more hurt, only more love.” —Mother Theresa Help
although the nation is done for, /I find new flowers. Donald Revell i. my husband tells me fireflies are dying out on the hill.