The wasp buzzed in the winter window. How did it get in? Everyone stared at each other. Everyone stared at me. My body exhausted from flu and frozen copper, shut-off heat and bubble-wrapped walls, all layered on disability like syrup. We took the heaters out of the central room we huddled in. We needed to thaw the kitchen ceiling anyway, before bathtub pipes busted through. Bonus if that put the wasp to sleep. A few days later, the buzz rose. I was too tired to save it. Its voice quieted and did not return. I still haven't found the body.
River (they/them) lives in the US in a state where weather is fickle and power companies are flush.