disappointment is like finding out the knitted cardigan you wanted and spent years combing through thrift store racks for is made out of coarse wool, itchy and dry-clean only: unwearable fashion.
yellow and black strips keep buzzing around me buzz, buzz, buzzing landing on my hand and then on the patch of sunlight kissing my leg i whoosh away their wings but they keep zig-zagging back to me you’d think i was as sweet as a red delicious apple or as appealing as one