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I felt a wasp in my palm-

the weight of a disfigured thimble

prodding along my heart line.


My skin shrugged-

stretching open

to invite him to feed

off the pollens of my hand.


I hold plenty

and I know of many-


I'm tired of letting 'em be.

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