Part 3 of my collaborative project Macro-Poetry with Matthew Haigh.
worker bee
on this our eve of marriage I vow
to whittle our home’s honeycomb to caverns
we’ll wet-winged skitter through ferrying glazed
to whittle our home’s honeycomb to caverns
we’ll wet-winged skitter through ferrying glazed
hunks of nothing to watch waste deep fry play
‘till it comes to this hearts freezer crusted
livers locked in the breadbin our lungs in the toaster
‘till it comes to this hearts freezer crusted
livers locked in the breadbin our lungs in the toaster
two perfect styrofoam bodies caught
on the pin’s glister
about which our kitchen’s white world pivots
on the pin’s glister
about which our kitchen’s white world pivots
Words by Matthew Haigh: http://matthewhaighpoetry.wordpress.com/
Photos by Caleb Sivyer
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