honey bee — [K] (i)

the smog is an unfamiliar song
the air is humid with conversation
the cloud raindrops the diva
she’s out of tune like an eclipse

the bicycle wheels hiss in shadow
the unstable light stays alight
the floorboards ask themselves why they’re here
the ceiling just wants to drop dead

the sweat on my shirt fishhugs me
my shoes are hacked off with being trodden on
my hair just wants to give the water back
my hands are happy to hold a pen