A bee got me right between the toes
while I was packing my car to
leave for the week.

I always tell myself I’ll get packed early,
have everything ready, so I won’t stress
when it comes time to leave.

I always fail,
cramming shirts and shampoo into bags
when I need to go.

This was no exception,
my arms full of luggage and slip-on sandals
sliding off as I rushed across the yard
attempting to get everything loaded.

That’s when it got me.
Flew into my foot and panicked,
sacrificing itself, sending lightning up my leg
while I stumbled to hold onto my stuff.