From the poetry collection A Better Place Is Hard to Find, which was published in October 2020 by The Song Cave.
I thought I saw a bee’s
Nest made of cigarette butts
Hanging from the ceiling fan.
Each turn of the winding air
Divined my rest an inelegant
Proof no one cares to hear.
I mottled the idea of who
I came to be with soot
As drapes caressed the snow
Globe filled with venom
On the sill where moths,
By their measure, lined up,
One by one, unrolling their
Tongues…