Wasp Fighter
Mellifluous breeze coddles the umber waves that frame my face.
While my lover hides from the wrath of wasps under the hood of my car
I sit upon the roof, frivolously scrubbing the red metal with baby wipes
Intent to clean the stubborn built up of mud...
While my lover hides from the wrath of wasps under the hood of my car
I sit upon the roof, frivolously scrubbing the red metal with baby wipes
Intent to clean the stubborn built up of mud...