womanimal

I was born wired

to shockbuzz and bristle

at the sight of a snake in the grass.

I can temper myself to the 

notion of maggots, 

"important ecological component,"

"kind of like baby bees,"

but when confronted with a frothy mass

things get confusing;

Are they gorging on rotten meat,

or boring through the soft flesh of my cheek?

Every fear is a superfluity of staying alive.

The beesy bees soothe me with their

beeswax and honey and smoke-addled drone.

Fruit and grain left too long 

warm and fulfill in tricky ways, tricky tricky

sticky liquor, a fine and funny friend.

If I said I could know you by the smell of you,

the way my hips know they need to move

like a sweet polleny buttercup to a bee bee bee...

What if I bristled and drank and said I could know you

by the smell of you?    

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This bitch in the next cubicle in the stacks won't shut the fuck up about how blackout drunk she got and roommate drama whine whine whine I'm thinking about ripping a loud fart, one like you can tell is totally on purpose, just for fun.  

Oh cooool now she and her boyfriend are kissing and whispering a lot.

Oops I forgot to register for fall semester.

Okay that's done, rock and roll.  Pretty sure I'll be done at the end of it.