The bees came back,
burrowed in the space
between the walls
and the heart of my home
they hum at night
buzz in the morning
when I wake, with honey
in my eyes
angry threats scrawled:
you mother
you cretinous
you son of a
Don't dare spray
insecticide inside
their abject hives
the swarm is too destructive
stingers too sharp
dances too instructive
when they stare
at me
I feel fractured
a million of one
We'll live in begrudging harmony
bees feeding off the flower
of my youth,
I wear pollen in hair.
Only takes one punctuation
to send me into a comma
thought cut off too short
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