there are wasps, rooting around in my brain, eating away at the memories i hold dear to me. what once was is now gone, Anaphylaxis, suffocating into oblivion. "theres enough tea to go around", the worker said. the worker said this many times, but it always feels like a first. his hair is brown and his face is unrecognizable. i am hopeless as to know why i cant see his eyes.