A letter to the queen bee explaining
My desire to breathe through her
Suffocation produces anger and frustration
Perhaps more than felt before
The note to my fellow winged worker buzzing on
How hard it is to raise this larva, but he takes
It to mean criticism. I dance to reveal
Where the flowers are blooming.
I could blame the flowers for contributing
To my thoughts in that letter. Resistance
From the larva could be blamed for the note.
I guess it distresses me to cross things out.
Neatly written matters more than nicely said.
So the pen is an extension of my writing digit.
I should have used a keyboard; It is separate
From myself. Push and release; backspace and leave
No mark on the untidiness of my mind.
