When It Feels Like Satire
Maybe I should’ve listened at the bee sting
between my toes yesterday evening
before bats were summoned to fly
low rings around my head
while I duck in fear and shame.
Before I crouch down,
then belly crawl across the hardwood floor.
Before I stare in awe on the other
side of the glass watching their wing
beats while they circle like a mobile
looking for a way out.
Before I begin to wonder if
I know anything at all.