i have read an awful story of how the bees leave.
soon the flowers fade,
a wilted petal– inside, i find a broken seed;
me without you is this.
Lena Pollination
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like fireflies hungering for lamplight
I am awake with waiting,
my palms stung with the absence of you,
I make fire with my bare hands,
my throat a bouquet, calling to bees.










