well, this is awkward.
i am supposed to introduce myself, but that’s a little weird, don’t you think?
for the sake of saying i did this, let me just go ahead and say, hi. i’m bee.
yes, bee. i don’t pollinate.
i am not much of a reader. but i write poems that would make my mother blush.
my mind is a wastebasket filled to the brim, but sometimes
i will take those crumpled pieces of paper and make honeycombs.
i burn doors and close bridges and take a toll from all that walk through my life.
i charge for each footfall and turned my heart into a piggy bank.
and i’ve broken into it plenty to see how much love i have earned
and how much was stolen away.
my name is bee.
what’s on your heart today?