Jan 2023
we walk
under a canopy
of wasps drunk
on rotten apples
a second away from
a sting in the neck
that would put an end
to our feet tracing the
path to our destiny
under a canopy
of wasps drunk
on rotten apples
a second away from
a sting in the neck
that would put an end
to our feet tracing the
path to our destiny
