“While I Lie with the Beehives”

This week’s poem, by Melissa Frederick, begins:

While I Lie with the Beehives

my mind circles the concept of horizontal,
how it transforms bodies to slabs of matter,
how this posture will never qualify me
to be a worker in the human sense,
and only workers are whole.

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Also by Melissa Frederick at Heron Tree:  [32], [43], and “Summer Isotherms“.