What I want
All I really wanted
Just to live my life on high“I’ve Been High,” R.E.M.
i. <my body is failing me> my body is failing me aging in ways only my lover knows with the bittersweet awareness of intimacy and then briefly revealed disappointment i watch my lover paint her fingernails black her bare feet with toenails candy apple red if i took a picture to hold her/us there as if i could stop time from buzzing by it still would change nothing about me a body failing me and her there on the floor ii. <the bees returned> the bees returned a couple weeks into november a hurricane well to our south pushing summer-like fall back over us after a first taste of winter honey bees and yellow jackets swarming in the warming air while thunderstorms surrounded us overdressed in long sleeves and jackets iii. <this> i have told her everything i can so far into a yellowing life that less remains now but this: bee stings swell and ache in the cusp of fall and winter as if it were the heart of summer —P.L. Thomas