beehiveToday, I ate my first ‘peanut butter and jelly sandwich.’ It tasted like honey bees shat between slices of bread. Missionary children love this food. But my stomach feels like a quicksand pit. My head is a balloon. ... This poem was originally published by WEIRDYEAR. It also appears in Colin's first full-length poetry collection, The Mattress Parlor (Scribble Fire Press, 2011). |
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