ive decided i have a new obsession with bees= they're totaly the new birds, but i doubt i could write a play on them/maybe/but i think ill start with some poems and see how i go. the beginning of a poem i cant be bothered working on just yet...
the queen bee says :
my many legs
expand,
spread
black tar and other
sticky shit.
honey in every
lonely hole,
too sweet too sour
the lot of this.
i dont know how
IM FUCKED
but im told
i was born for this.
i was the right size
and every man
the right fit.
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please note- this is me trying to right with a FAKE character i am NOT writing as myself, though it's easy- im writing from perspective of bee. queen bee as permanent whore and mother, and when i start writing from worker female bees, what it is to never be a mother. devastating world of bees.
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