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A Crossed Path Too Crossed

A Crossed Path Too Crossed
Photo by Eric Osowski

I can’t explain it but that wasp venom felt like love

The wasp fighting for its safety
Unleashing hasty

My body gathering supplies
Pain signals, blood, inflammation, heat, heart rate increased

All of it reminding me of what a privilege it is to be

A crossed path too crossed
A sting

A message
One second

A price to pay for invading the space where you remain

Days of staying off my leg
With love in my veins

The venom
A serum

A sound

A note
Don’t come too close

Living means so much to me
I’ll fight for security

Lingering pain

I'll stay away
I’ll walk with caution

I understand that this isn’t just my world
I live among the myriad things

The venomous and the victims

The victorious and the unseen
It’s not just me

I’ll step with awareness
Of the love that the insects hold in their stingers

But I might miss the constant reminder

I might miss holding onto a wasps love in my leg
Missing sleep over the pain

Odd as it is
It’s nice to hold the love of living in my veins