my brain’s a big bumblebee floating and fluttering wherever its creased heart desires
its indented lines - or black and yellow stripes - wisps of a weary world;
corollaries of the honey and the rain and the earth’s ambiguous haze that’s sent so many flailing flip-flops at me - but also - it’s sent bundles of exuberance in the form of wistful wisteria
those weeping purple bundles and my big bumblebee brain sharing whispered secrets so that not even - the universe - can listen - can soil - our untapped honey jubilance dripping out of our full bright sprightly grins.
so - this - is an ode not to my big bumblebee brain bumbling through life unperturbed and acquiescing, but to the flailing flip-flop who knows no better than attempting to dismantle and drain our syrupy soporific honey secrets.
after all, that flip-flop does save the fragile foot with its wet tissue delicacy from jagged pebbles who also know no better.
don’t you see; everything is cyclical, which is why, my big bumblebee brain will attempt to sting your ignorant skin into submission
for no other reason than to reach the completion of this sick cycle;
the same reason the flailing flip-flop flails for my bumblebee brain’s ignorance and one day will splatter it all over its hardy, weathered bottom.