Thirteen Breaths

keep sitting.
.      .-what this says.
this is.

--.     .     .cannot be
  words.what it tells--
morse --yeLLing-- code to a
brick.

13 breaths.

weathered bench.
white fluff on the rim of her hood.
smile yellow on the edges of her teeth.
pine, mandrone, two bodies like trees.
words like dharma are needle to needle.

Histamine

wasp on the orchid
drinks sweet tobacco honey

be sting
my honey lips

hornet bites a thousand times
honey marks each bloody tear

bee sting
these allergic honey hips

honey wound
you forever drink