1/12th
If I am a honey bee,
I am a honeybee
with a hollowed out heart,
where I keep everything that stings.
I fly heavy in fear of myself and
in fear of the people I don’t want to sting.
Then you pour in,
singing honeybee honeybee,
soothing the stinging,
and I want to make room.
in my honeycomb heart–
like your honey comb bones–
and finally have a sweet place
to call home
(inside myself and with you)
But the average honeybee
only produces 1/12th a teaspoon of honey
in her lifetime.
I want to give you all of mine–
and be full too–
but it takes a lot of sweet
to occupy the space of this sting
and I am only one bee.
and I am filled with empty spaces.