I’m sitting on your porch
thinking about the cloud I could be stepping off of
but nevertheless still feel melted into

you’re over there
throwing something at a beehive
your parents told you not to touch

it’s beautiful out
the sun’s bright as hell
I don’t think I’ve gotten a good dosage of vitamin D in a while

so if you wouldn’t call me happy
you’d at least think I’m okay
just content though, for now

those bees are probably so pissed at you
probably plotting their revenge
it’s weird to think that we’re their problem
weird to think they have problems at all
I must admit, though, it almost makes me feel better
thinking about their ‘little bee’ problems, because ‘little me’ problems feel less heavy

two bees I guess flew from their hive
away from all the boiling buzzing in your direction
I watched them fly into a cloud just above your house

sad thing though, I imagine they were making sweet love
when they realized their little bee feet
were stuck in the melted material of the roof they landed on

now they’re romantically stuck forever
to each other’s butts on top of what they thought was the world
which now holds them to bask in sunshine that burned them slowly into infinity together

sad to see their little carcasses
sizzled
in the light they thought they were escaping into
all because of you

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Kira Stevens

"My name's Kira Stevens. I'm an 84-year-old soul in a 22-year-old body who's graduating (very much too soon) with a Bachelor of Sciences degree in Psychology and a minor in Creative Writing. In other words, I have no idea what I want to do with my life professionally, but either way, I'm a big fan of writing about all of the fun facts, as well as spreading all of the good vibes. I thrive on my blog, Words4Food. It's mostly active on Instagram and Facebook currently, but have no fear friends ~the limit does not exist~ and I'm working on learning how to conquer other social media platforms. I love all things literature, I ponder my thoughts through poems, and I spend most of my free time knitting squares and/or doodling shapes while contemplating our existence as a human race. If you're still reading this, I hope you know that you're the bomb diggity, and my soul would like to send a virtual high five in the direction of your soul. Heck yeah. Anyway, please do me a favor and go 'like' my Words4Food Facebook page. I'll cry both literal and metaphorical joyous tears. Okay, that's all for now, I guess, bye bye fam."

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