(murder) hornet spelling bee

my friend was labeled can

no longer fly the sky free they

put a target on his back the

sweetest bird i know! my friend the 

only uproar he ever caused back 

in elementary when he took on 

the bumbles and won the

spelling bee 

#katyamills

promise

once there was a boy named bee

upon my knee

softly telling me how rivers

did not reach the sea in the year

twenty twenty three

some were black others blue

in twenty twenty two

and none could you wash your

self in

his eyelashes fluttered

feeling me shudder

i could tell

he honestly knew

he unbuttoned my collar

i cried and hollered and then he promised

just breathe

then rolled up our sleeves so carefully

we could see those cuts on

our arms

with one finger

he crossed my lips

tenderly looking into my eyes

and

we existed quietly there

until about quarter past one

bee upon my knee

and me

i wondered if all of the darkness

 he shared

could

     ever

         be

          undone

yet i knew our

                 pain

             was

         the

same

– KatYa, 2017

visualization # bee 4

to keep

a dream

alive

– visualize –

a honey

dripping

beehive

– then –

DO something