by Sophie Lefens
In an artery of wet rust
Commuters enter consciousness
The toothless, the stained, the ancient grievers
Sit together in kamikaze beauty
Commuters enter consciousness
A not-yet mother and her swarm of bees
Sit together in kamikaze beauty
Fingers small enough to conquer queens
A not-yet mother and her swarm of bees
Float in a pool of human honey
Fingers small enough to conquer queens
Hidden behind cloth and skin
Float in a pool of human honey
The toothless, the stained, the ancient grievers.
A not-yet mother and her swarm of bees
In an artery of wet rust.