I want to let a bee into my home.
He may pollenate my dear, dried roses.
He may educate me on his culture.
I want this bee to come into my home.
Uninvited and apologetic.
I tell him everything will be alright.
He stings me, forces me to understand.
I want this bee to stay inside of me.
Stinger sweetened thigh, plump, pollenated.
I don't want Bee to die for Colony.
He's shooting me up--colonialism.
My fair skinned forefathers would be so damn proud.