Honey

 

Corporate Designthere’s honey in my hair
between my fingers
on my palms
a little on my wrists
close enough so we could be friends
i lean towards you to tell you this much
there's honey in my hair
between my fingers
on my palms, even my wrists
god help me, i only wanted a little in my tea

i laughed when honey in my hair
was a wet and childlike
forgotten kind of smile
a smearing, rearing surprise
shared with the other big people like me

but honey in my hair
is drying and crusting me solid
i’m sticking to the table and a
white paper napkin
flaps with my gestures
inking scribbled rifts
back into the skin

i hide the other hand
rubbing against my thigh
‘Cause i was trying to say something

serious

i rinse my hands in warm peppermint tea
dissolving the sleek pinch
skin releases skin
so my fingers play out the minted baptism into
the flames of the candles
i’m definitely gonna say what i’m saying

Now.

but transparent residues only slide and hide
in odder places
time breathes my soothe dry
sweetening already painted tips
and crusting me confection again

i lean towards you to tell you this much
there's honey in my hair
between my fingers
on my palms, even my wrists
God help me, i only wanted a little in my tea

but I'm stuck to the table
my hair holds my head bowed
and aged
tipping a thousand flies
of the slowly festering sore
they buzz, buzz
inside that inside kind of filth
so old in the trembling of their bodies
and wings beating into the pause before
they plunge
and die
flowering my hair
and marrying me
like a new kind of amber
 

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