the bumblebee

august 16, 2025

a cold and raining august night
a twitching bumblebee
an image plastered in the mind of—
never you now—
me

i stayed in bed all day today
and didn't say a thing
but poked my head outside the 
back door,
watched the bluebirds sing

i'm sober and i'm adequate to
watch the summer fall
an old discarded orange peel
the lo(v)/(n)liest of all

now let me pull away from you, oh
watered willow tree
and something good might come along to—
never you now—
me