crying won’t help
i repeat this mantra
in my head
every time a tear
murky with sadness
as dense as the world is round
with anguish
falls to the ground and
splash
dies
one after the other
letters streak down my face
letters to me
letters to you
letters saying i hate you
i’m sorry
i miss you
as they hit the earth
they lose their lives
like bumblebees who’ve stung in vain
and steal my messages away
with them
so no one will know that
my fortress crumbles
and i am not strong enough
to rebuild the walls
my tears
are selfish
my tears
are bad at their jobs
they never deliver my letters
the ones that say
i hate you
i’m sorry
i miss you
so i say it again
crying
won’t
help

Okay honey
Let's spell pollinate
With a bit of math
Anther + stigma = fertilization
Let's pollinate for a spell
Under the quilt
Then over the river
And through the woods
Without any cover we go
Making babies in summertime
May we reap
What we sow

and we wonder why bees sting

we get a glimpse of a bullet
yellow and black
flying towards us

and we swat it away

maybe that
floating pill you’ve been running away
from since the beginning
of your existence
holds something behind
its bold sunshine and darkness

maybe we should
take some time
to listen to the whispers of
the “horde” of coloured
pebbles raining down

and listen to the
muted flap of their
heart beat of their
wing

and just maybe
just maybe

the bee won’t sting