Sean Rima: A Poem A Day #4.

 

Honeybee.

You kept flying in through
my window this morning,
at the gas station,
when I was trying to
write a poem,

and I have no fear of

bees, so I let you
buzz about my life,
hoping, at some point,

that you would just

fly away and go
about your busy
bee-business,

but you didn’t.

You started landing
on my arm and shit,
and so, when I’d
had enough,
I swatted you

with my Jesus hat, like
a giant or a god, and

there you were, on my
dashboard, dying, with
your little black legs
twitching, and

that made me cry.

I am so sorry.

All life is precious,

even yours.

Please forgive me,
but you left me no
other choice, still,

if it’s any
consolation
to you, I felt

like a soulless

asshole,

all day long.

 

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Copyright 2019 by Sean Rima.

“Poems” by Sean Rima relase date: May 11.