1 Corinthians 15:55

This is so I will remember:

First there was the darkness, warm wooden slats beneath my feet

The thing I could not see yet

As I flung the tapestry of the towel up toward the line

A sudden, unforeseen

Stab of pain and fire and fury

As the clean, damp laundry fell across my face

I stumbled into the sunroom

Dropped the washing

Lament

It hurts so much

People I love tend my single wound

Just over the left eye

Baking soda paste, analgesic, antihistamines

Soon it is not as bad

As I sleep I can feel the swelling, so pronounced on the left I am afraid the eye will be temporarily unusable

I wake up with swollen eyes, raccoonish

Was there some way I could have drained out the poison? Was there more I could have done?

The night it happens, I murder all the wasps and all their young with thin streams of caustic

Wasp spray

And vengeance.

All day i can feel the swelling, I take my medicine

Pray

But on the morning of the third day

I can feel the deep, intractable itch

The toxins have flooded in

And I know it isn’t over yet