by Belinda Roddie
The "wasp" was a lady dressed in yellow
and black. No, it was not the acronym
for Anglo-Saxon Protestants. No, no,
she looked just like the insect. On a whim
I came up with the label. But her clothes
were only the beginning. She was tall
and skeletal, with pointed face and nose
and gangly arms. When leaned against the wall,
she looked ready to bite or sting someone.
I half-expected her to buzz with rage
when I got her latte wrong. Then her son
popped up, and he was in the larval stage!
Fat as a grub, and just as squirmy. We
kept quiet around that strange family.