God Forbid I Forget by Anthony Bussing

​There are telemarketers outside,
They are bees.
One landed on my shoulder yesterday,
I hoped I would bore them to fly away.
I have not seen one in person,
Since I've been declared allergic.
Why, you have so many legs, my bee.

I can kill you,
We are aware.
You are weak,
I see.
I watch you from the nest,
You, who slouch to find lost rest.
[You have come outside without your epinephrine,
Do you not want this to be the end?
You've packed such bags under your eyes,
Do they not beg of your want to try?]

I cannot answer you. I have frozen whilst re-counting your legs.
I have forgotten my EpiPen but would not forget the anger issues I inherited from my dad.
You would kill both of us otherwise.
I will smite thee,
You, who have so many legs,
My bee.