i don't remember anymore what it was, the colour of my hair
yes well i saw the group of wasps, a small swarm really, furtively fighting to get at what was rotten and sweet, the smell of which was wafting through a hole in the trash bag but it was smelly, the baked and fermenting garbage in the unnatural autumn sun
yes and he yelled at me from his car, he said "excuse me miss!" but i didn't want him to say anything at all as it was 12 am and i was walking home alone from a show where nobody saw me because my skin matched the tan of the walls
and i was shocked really, because i don't understand how he perceived me so i turned around to face him, bewildered, and he said "yes, you!" but i didn't want it to be "you" i didn't want it to be me
at all and i don't remember what it was i was wearing anymore, yellow sunshine, nectarines or squares -
now this man on the pavement, well he followed me down the street. i was unsure actually so i peeked from the corner of my eye and then i was sure and then i was sure i didn't want to be sure anymore so i crossed the street and the orange street light cut him off as if it were a traffic cone as if such a minute thing would stop him in his tracks but i crossed the street anyway and he lit a cigarette as he walked away. i lit my phone and approached the pearly gates of the gas station
lights flooded into me like God
now every now and then a man sits too close to me now the wasps, well one landed on me, see, abdomen pulsating when i twitched trying to hold in my breath and all i could see was yellow black yellow black the flashing of traffic lights.
i'm still staying and i watch it do a little dance of inquisition. these wasps, well, they're quite cute really, cleaning their antennae like kittens grooming. yellow, black, yellow, black, throbbing, but if i thought about it now i couldn't tell you what they were wearing