"I think I hear something
hissing,
then buzzing inside one of my ears
then flying out of a shrunken corsage
that turned itself into a nest of angry paper wasps
who weren't invited to the popular dance."
in Juliet Cook's poem "Sometimes I Stay Quiet, So I Don't Launch an Attack", appearing today in Writing In A Woman's Voice (thank you very much to editor Beate Sigriddaughter)
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