Friday, September 11, 2009

May 5, 2009

there are bees
in my kitchen
bright flashes
of light and sound

and when I wake
they swarm me
and when I sleep
they haunt me

and in their most
regal of moments
they genuflect
and call me queen

their sticky knees bent
a trembling field
a humming carpet upon which
I dare not walk.

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