This wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it down last night. It needs some more love, but I think this one needs some more time on the back burner.
The sting of a honey bee is
Like eating your first truly spicy dish
After a lifetime of bland meat and potatoes:
One can’t comprehend the complexity of flavour.
Instead, it is a sharp burning sensation,
With awful tingles radiating out, and
Then Mount Vesuvius erupts in the throat,
Obliterating one’s ability to breathe–
© Bridget Noonan, 2011.
Which reminds me, gotta call the doc and set up an appointment to get my allergy tests done. I would like to know for sure if I need an epi pen or not for summer. Might be kinda helpful. Especially since last time I got stung by a bee on the hand, my arm swelled up almost all the way to my elbow.