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Night Bee
I’m on my own with my few clothes
and I may not belong here so far.
So far, I want the sea to be my lover—
your love is my nightlight.
Your love enters what used to be my life.
My spirit, clear and true,
bound for the unglory of nothing,
you’ve known an uncertain struggling hollow sound
called sorrow
in the whispering flight of the night bee.
She’s had to struggle, somber heart in water.
You could be in the dusk of the butterfly
you could be laughing at the sky
and becoming boils,
uncured boils.
If I could only see and be
the same as my mirror,
my aching feet,
my one rose
my one rose from lemons—
but each moment knows
its pockets of sorrow.
And in the mouths of choking strangers
I was haunted by their chains
and stronger than I should have been
and in the blood of the broken bodies
running ticket by ticket, tunnel by tunnel
it’s a runaway life
like every rose flees into death
and I lay my body down
like the moth rests upon the chance
of the lantern half-dead.
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This poem is pieced together from ramblings I wrote on a cross-country bus trip. It expresses my longing and uncertainty about setting out on my own for the first time ever.