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Wasps Yes, last night I dreamed of you again. After
all these years, and the same dream. You there
in our kitchen, swatting a wasp trapped against
the large window overlooking the garden. The wasp
wants desperately to go there, and bumps repeatedly
against the colorless sea of escape. All the while
dodging the death your flailing panic wishes to bring it
from the yellow swatter at the end of your arm. Attached
by your fear of all those further stings life will still bring. By Ed Higgins QLRS Vol. 7 No. 1 Jan 2008_____
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