"Hear The Bee" by John Rep

May 23
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Hear the bee. Hear the clavichord. Hear the split

lemon of the heart. How? Hunger for sour juice,

soft seeds chewed to bitterness, the heart a relic

of what once got said, of what once said something

about what skin did to skin. Reportedly. She tugs

her left earlobe, the one so far free of piercings.

The asters are purple. As far as anyone knows

(including her) she has never been “tore down

a la Rimbaud,” as the song on heavy rotation

insists throws open the door to bliss.

John Repp is a writer, folk photographer, and digital collagist living in Erie, Pennsylvania. His most recent book is a collection of poems, "Never Far from the Egg Harbor Ice House", published by Sheila-Na-Gig Editions.

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