i am only the observer
to the blanketing gardens
that cover my thighs,
never the gardener, my hands
not steady enough
to plant seeds nor saplings
i turned my body over
to the queen, the bumblebees
so they might pollinate me,
make flowers from my skin,
pull honey from my diseased body,
bring me into their hive
and have their larvae feast upon
the poems i never wrote, the history
i never told, the flowers
i never had the courage to name.
Day 13 of Na/GloPoWriMo

3 thoughts on “the watcher of my body

  1. Beautiful! Love the ending:
    “…bring me into their hive
    and have their larvae feast upon
    the poems i never wrote, the history
    i never told, the flowers
    i never had the courage to name.”

    Like

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