Bee-Face
I grew as small as I could
to descend into you.
Now that I’m down
there is no other world.
All I can feel
is the floor I’m adhered to,
what years in the swarm
do to esteem.
You told me it was
a floor that dances,
and it does — keeper you are
of things that were people.
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