bird bones redux

3 Oct

it could be the

rest of our lives

that we are circling

that soft cave

i built from my

own rib cage

moss from

my own heart

there all of the

noise hovers outside

insect fury

inside we are honey

against one another

you will insist

that you were

maple syrup

when you read this

years from now

by then my hunt

will be over

yours to

begin

the day you

finally

train the bees

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