09.16.2016

by storm

brood

 

— would you like one

she says. holding out

a tray with frozen larvae

i like honey, i like bees

when they sting me too, at harvest.

i can’t eat this unborn thing

. in traffic home each day

any hearse

glides right trough me

havesting. tapping

the honey inside. sealing

jars of dripping.

labbeling

this fall. loss