a journal of fantastical poetry





if all of her would turn into bees

by Rose Lemberg


if all of her would turn into bees
and fly to the buckwheat fields each morning,

she wouldn't scream so
each time her gut swarmed,
or her tongue,
or, gods have mercy, the sweltering beehive of her heart.



September 24th, 2012



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