Beekeeper’s Sonnet


we unbecoming like a harlot

we unbecoming like a shark


jane the beekeeper

john the husband—


jill with her hill becomes

the jargon in the margin

of the page—


jewels become junk

we become jarred-

charred-broken. we

become nothing if

not little jars

of terror

in the yard.

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