Poetry 54 - Gentle Apathy

I spotted it land its funny little body on my left arm.
Innocent black wings,
and I did nothing.
And I will always remember
when I let that wasp sting me.

"Thank you," I said,
"for allowing me to feel so profoundly."

Poetry 53 - Resolve

And so the pain dissipated.
That deafening shriek
shrunk to an echo.