it seems bees have a notion of honor
ray heinrich
(after reading a poem by sylvia plath)
my fantasy
poor fantasy
i am not crazy or genius enough to come to you
but after reading this
i want
to keep you close
to find out more
i know
you were a complete trouble in this life
born
at a wrong angle
born
with the pain to shout this loud
and louder and louder
to greet us
with your puzzle
with your furious capacity
to fill us
til we burst