Queen Bee

Sometimes I sit and drink a gallon of wine
to see the blackout glorious forgetting stench
of a night lost to the ether
beautiful sorrow sinking sinking sinking sinking is that a working well
are you sure we'll float
crying nonetheless
buoyant steady recreation
we'll wake up tomorrow
maybe more fulfilled or maybe horribly worse
but does it matter
the medicine's sequestered itself
your pain's been buried hahaha did you want that?
or was it an accident party therapy
party therapy
do you feel better now?
maybe you do
or maybe you're looking for a hive
a symbiotic naturally occurring supportive nest bed
for sleeping, if you want to
or being a queen
I know you've got it in you

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