The Dowager of Bees
again
“what am i supposed to do”
“i'm already washing you off my body”
go play
tresillos
leaving some room
what if…
i want something sweet
no control
somehow i know
scent and longing
electromagnetic
new kink
for Mike, after his poem about his dad and politics
composting
some mysteries
soft-footing
evidence
cool honey, warmed
try to remember them in the morning
hot body, pillow coughs
“for what would you wish from a witch?”
fratricide haiku
we carry the dead
two gifts, two ungivens
“come to me.”
“it'll be fine”
“no more occasions to write you”
morning, late April, New Orleans
“you’re good with words”
orange on the beach in November
by feel
caesura
forbearance haiku
“i’m sleeping alone”
soak
wet fingers?
saturation
bump, shake, pull
when the stars change
so seldom from anger
vise
it's still healing
“you never know / if you will burn”
always
“just hold me a minute, my alarm will go off any —”
haiku for eating ass
get to choose
‘member?
wintering bees
up late
quiet nights
kettle
i'm so glad you're doing better