A bumblebee flew into my hair
And you were surprised that I was not scared
Because you have seen me when wasps
Buzz and bluster around
Know how I tremble into a statue:
Don’t hurt me don’t hurt me don’t hurt me –
You said, Why aren’t you afraid?
Because, I thought, the same stripes
Don’t make two beasts siblings
And wasps will sting for no better reason
Than to feel you shudder as they pierce
You, spurt their acid into soft flesh;
I feel they triumph in seeing me cry.
But bees can’t break my skin without losing
A part of themselves, cannot take from me
Without the tenderest part of them dropping
Right out, leaving them unwhole.
I do not wish to hate
That is just trying to