The Dowager of Bees
again
“i'm already washing you off my body”
go play
what if…
i want something sweet
no control
somehow i know
for Mike, after his poem about his dad and politics
some mysteries
soft-footing
cool honey, warmed
try to remember them in the morning
hot body, pillow coughs
we carry the dead
two gifts, two ungivens
“come to me.”
“it'll be fine”
“you’re good with words”
orange on the beach in November
by feel
caesura
forbearance haiku
“i’m sleeping alone”
wet fingers?
when the stars change
bump, shake, pull
always
“just hold me a minute, my alarm will go off any —”
haiku for eating ass
get to choose
‘member?
wintering bees
up late