Week 22- Heather Ouellette-Cygan

Posted: August 29, 2011 in Heather Ouellette-Cygan, Week 22



The wasp returns, hungover

From night’s adventure, to the vacant

Combs of  the home communally


Created – but we’d murdered

Them all – the bodies of

His family, the larvae of

The unborn aborted,

On the deck floor below.


Later, as we burned

The last remains

Of that Maine artist’s work

In the grill

With lighter fluid, paper

Towels, malice,


That wasp bounced

From beam to beam,

His dream a nightmare

Of intolerance, as he

Wondered where

He will light now,

Nurse his headache,

Eat recovery.


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