I wandered lonely as a wasp, who cannot find her feet
For every time she tries to land upon a tasty treat,
Waving hands and tempers flared, thwart her simple plan;
She only wants to settle down and feast upon some jam.
“I don’t know what else I can say,
I could hang on the ‘phone anyway
And just listen to your static.”
I’m ecstatic
Today my heart feels full, like a comb full of honey
Swollen like a harvest moon it presses on my chest
Making my breaths short and my temperament cross
Anxiety looms
Hope that is slightly less bad now?