The Dowager of Bees

“what am i supposed to do”

“i'm already washing you off my body”

leaving some room

i want something sweet

scent and longing

electromagnetic

for Mike, after his poem about his dad and politics

cool honey, warmed

try to remember them in the morning

hot body, pillow coughs

“for what would you wish from a witch?”

fratricide haiku

we carry the dead

two gifts, two ungivens

“come to me.”

“it'll be fine”

morning, late April, New Orleans

“you’re good with words”

orange on the beach in November

forbearance haiku

“i’m sleeping alone”

haiku for eating ass

“just hold me a minute, my alarm will go off any —”

when the stars change

bump, shake, pull

so seldom from anger

it's still healing

“you never know / if you will burn”

“no more occasions to write you”

i'm so glad you're doing better