He who wants honey
must abide the bees.
But, the bees are going—
Our glazed eyes avert.
I am the speakeasy,
I will tremble against the
amaranthine snows forever.
My brittle bones crumble, I crumble.
You will encounter one million
different people in your whole life.
As part of a world more meaningful.
You read a gently worn book on dog fighting
and the dogs never win. This,
this is our history.
Intersectional, but indifferent.