"remember what it was like/when it was safe/to hold you?"
"I try to be a fig / and let myself fall /ripe, / to the ground."
"my veins are the shape of your hands"
"What scars into the wood are bore / what fire, what plague, what of before"
Or, a treatise on loving poems without being an expert
"thin ice outside each car window / shatters clean"
"shining and haloed and / consumed by the dark"
"The tide and flood rises to begrave / the shore and buries well beneath"
"morning / rays upon the / concrete shore"
feat. my most recent poetry & hive poem #3
Welcome to crayne & the bee, a weekly newsletter where I’ll be sharing “hive poems” written using words submitted to me by followers on my Instagram. I…