Hornet
I awake in swarms of sweat:
dreams of stingers plunging again.
It seems a lifetime ago
my honey-body burst
through the white gauze curtains
into dry fields of dust and prey/
wet worlds buzzing with storms.
Another month, and I'll be over.
Drunk with bile
you've chewed my flesh to pulp,
flown to another nest
to populate that queen.
