Close Enough to Honey

We’re making mud with our thighs, sweat 

and dirt. A bee lands on your hand. You make

 

a hemisphere, a trap, and just when I think

you’re going to bring it to my face, you 

 

flatten your fingers and push its little stinger

into your skin. Wipe its leftover membrane

 

over my forehead. Its stickiness exists on me

somewhere between pleasantry and immunity.

Katharine Kistler is an MFA Poetry Candidate at Texas State University. She got her bachelor's degree from the University of Texas at Austin. She has been a featured speaker at Texas State University's Lunch Poems series. Her instagram is @katiekistler

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