Bee

2008

Portal, a literary magazine, 2008

A shiver off the teeth of gods,
hummed into being,
you are flung into flowers
and are forever fleeing
mephitic soughs
into the maws
of dragonflies
of kingbirds
and mockingbirds.
The beewolves.

Get honey
honeyed get,
the gods feed the favoured
meals from their own mouths.

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