There is more honey
in this one. Wait,
Susan, where you off?
I bite off a corner of skin.
I begin to know the bartenders’
names. They see my feathers.
On all levels, in all places,
this is not a joke, so stop
laughing. Nice moves,
Susan. The water drips
wetter and tastes more like
honey more than honey does.
***
Call it breaking. Call it what
you will, Susan, you will anyway.
Susan, with that smile I feel
you may not be taking this seriously.
There is a law that all drops
of water and rays of heat
come from above. Some days,
Susan, I think you may be
half of that law.
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