Bees

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BEES

building a home of clones
I played stacking cars
on a cliff of sullen hives
and fraudulent deals

maneuvering vows
and packing boxes
of hope and lust
I wore panic
like a suite of mordant bees
unbeknownst to me
a discrete collection of burdens

kneading each swollen
transition
my skin wore thin

the pests punctured
and festered and
waited
to be fed
sugared parades and
a road trip

they pressed in
a swarm of fury and
stirred

bursting me
onto the
dashboard

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