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Bee Eater

I dreamt you were a honeycomb,
and I plucked bees out of
your sticky hexagonal cells
and popped them into my mouth
like striped, juicy candies.

I savored each exoskeletal crunch,
the gush of honey meat
beneath thorax and abdomen,
final plaintive plunge of

sticker-stinger into swollen tongue
and gum: you taste like fire feels.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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