(written on Monday, August 6, 2007 in the late evening)
Don’t know why the bee bumbles
and the wasp doesn’t. Why
the dog barks and the wolf doesn’t.
You’d think they’d be more akin.
But a bumbling bee and
a barking dog get my attention
as no local TV news of
a killing on the other side of town does.
It must be that being
on the other side of a screen
takes the sting out of bumbling
and bite out of barking.
How do I love you there
on the other side of a screen–
might be you’re on the other side of the moon–
where there is no touch
but the plastic keys going
up and down?
I want your sting, your bite,
not your bumbling or bark poorly
carried over the wires. I need
the venom that swells my flesh
and the bite that marks your
teeth-hold on me.
Tags: bark, bite, poem, screen, sting
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