Correspondence

April Resistance
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an envelope
is natural, an enclosure
like a hive.

lips fold over reams
of exclamations,
lick the seal.

a roomy home for one
so small. a bee could
brew there

pollinating verbs,
crossconjugating miles
into meaning.

it’s sweet, the black yel
low black yellow spiral
and the sting. pollen

is patience and high
expectations. yellow,
pillowy, sincere.

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