Sticky July – wasps
in the greenhouse.
We dragged out the vacuum
and sucked up
their hard dark bodies;
stuffed a rag in
to the nozzle,
so they would not crawl back

See them, covered
in dust, climbing over each other
in darkness.

I dreamt they escaped
while we were sleeping and swarmed
on the children – I woke again
and again
standing in the hallway clutching
the blue quilt in my arms,
shivering with sweat.

In the dark, it took
a long time

to know which way
the truth lie,
and I had to go
and touch
their chests,
for the breathy up
and down,
it was a long