quarantine

I remember you as three melting ice cubes
on my chin after a bee sting, I lay the stinger down
preciously so there will be no death in vain tonight.
I lie awake counting my teeth from the inside

chomping so fast I think I’ve lost the tree growing
into me. I fall suddenly, blood on my neck
from the nose bleed I get thinking about
the bees as they explode after pollinating

their loved honey / bees. I wonder how many
licks it would take to get you to look at me, how many
tips of my tongue would make you wet enough
to slip through my fingers and stand before me.

Catalina Adragna is twenty-three years old and pursuing an MFA in poetry at Rutgers University, with an undergrad at Bennington College where she studied Poetry and Drama. She has previous publications in Silo Magazine. She is a Gemini and a pocha. Her Twitter: @catadragna.

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