The Wasp

Matryoshka tiger-skin

lancer: dot

of

yellow,

 

I clasp your maimed torso;

it is like a tiny,

weightless

bolt,

 

and then that spill of oil:

dew on a stark summer morning.

 

 

By Joseph Bullock

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