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Drone

Sara Judy '11

                                  The bees
                                                                are inside
                                                                                          your creases

                        folded up in bed
                                    the swarm
                                    and us

                                           they are                                 making honey
                                                                 of your heart
                                                                                           combing
                                                                     your ribcage

perfect hive

                                   bees work
                                   to death
in the            summer
                    it must be hot
                                                            inside your chest
           their
quiver or                                                                             your ragged
                                                                                             breathing

                                                       pressed on your back

                                                                                             wait to sting.


About the Author: Sara Judy '11 studies literature. Her work is preoccupied with the Canadian prairie.

Published by: in Poetry, Volume 67: Issue 1

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