It slithered from
my toes, to up
my neck
like a snake.
A snake waiting
for ice to thaw,
waiting for a
sluggish prey.
And did you
hear that?
‘ssssssssssss
ssssss’
Were those
even my words?
I want them to taste
like honey, I
want you to
put em in your tea,
sweetin’ up your
body.
But the thing is
I ain’t ever heard
of a snake making
friends with the bees.
Cardboard Poetry 