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I finally have words
for the way I love you:

you are a red wasp
alight on the doorknob
of my front door.

I don’t dare reach out.
I don’t dare let you in.

I try to creep close
enough to get a good look
without getting stung.

I am trying to see where
in the eaves
you’ve begun to build your nest

trying to judge
whether I should poison you
to save myself

or leave you be
and hope you tire of me,
hope you drift off to catch
someone else’s heart
on your stinger.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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