"I just need to know: Does the dead wasp mean

no anything, anywhere, anymore?"

"Yes and no. Failed and failed, we always won;

still - the dead wasp stands on the windowsill.

Read this several times, but read it quickly:

I saw you downtown; it was someone else.

No place smiles like you do. Your kindness 

is up early, prepping allowances

like breakfast pancakes. Sometimes I wake too

in the predawn, trace our sweet signature

down stairs to humble beginnings, kind words

from an asshole ex-boyfriend, ripe bromides:

You need to need to, and know you need to

and you'll change, like me, majestically."