about her
but she was probably on her phone
anyway, so
I saw you and felt a real honeybee.
They can be scary, but
how many times
have you been stung?
this way
is going, gone once it's
down when I'm writing
for you, me, and/or our unapologetically
fucked up hands can't
write right when
Byzantine reciprocity
is in such a
beautiful place
to continuously be at and
bitten by those
not enough to
keep keeping me here,
swatting, wishing
something would happen
when things already brought awry
are again and always
ready to go the fuck home.
Walk the street.
Be seen
differentiating indifference despite truth being told by the wayside.
