The body, a mitten full of bees. A drawer
of angry brooches.The glass half-empty,
and I emptied it. A message in a bottle
that says you must change your attitude.
Oh, world, we are both so broken.
Maple pods helicopter down in autumn
air. I strip away the parchment to reveal
a smooth green seed beneath, a promise.
I want to be peeled back like this.
How veined and fragile I am beneath my coat.