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Bumblebee Apology


To the 

bumbling bee  

I obliterated yesterday,   

the one who stung me on the

heel mercilessly and whose life 

I stomped out, an enraged Goliath 

in sandals, I apologize for ending your 

existence in this Godzillic rebuke, 

but goddamn you did get in a 

helluva last shot, and it 

may please you 

to know I

hobbled 

three blocks  

back to the car in pain, 

dragging my dog Ben who   

frowned at me with disgust and 

disdain, denied a walk in the 

park and being left in    

the dark as to why.    

My apologies to

he as well.

RIP, bee.  



By Tom Vandel

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