[Beard of Bees]
somewhere beneath my jaw hides a queen sleeping her tender buzz hums keep me awake I buzz pull out her children inspect their bodies plump and still wings gossamer thin I buzz pluck them out too split forewing from membrane my fingers chitin-sticky with buzz blood and honey I find shirts covered in buzz dead bodies in my textbook
bowls of buzz soup my girl’s face as she looks up at me sometimes just simple on my finger’s edge to buzz be inspired into flight sometimes replaced by thinner skins white glossed or red buzz coated buzz others leave a pale grave a fleshy reminder a bald trench an open buzz gutter I will continue to massacre buzz until I reach the sleeping queen wake buzz her buzz up debuzzthrone buzz her buzzbuzz pull her buzz out and buzzbanish momentarily
quieting that forever-
buzz