I Was a Cage by Right Away, Great Captain
The bees swarm ‘round the one who do not belong.
We are all that person.
I am not sure we know it, but we don’t belong.
None of us belong.
But the bees, yes! the bees, oh my
I call them,
“come! congregate within my mouth
upon the many pews perched on top my jaw bone.
Sting my throat. May it swell up closed “till I cannot
speak. Make me quiet if only for a little while.”
There are honey combs in the kitchen. Yes.
This is where it all happens. The birth and re-birth again
again again let me be still.
Patrick Tosani - Portraits (1985) - Color photographs & braille
What happened with you and Ella?
I would consider answering this question if it were not asked anonymously. But, if you are going to mask yourself, don’t bother at all.
get me here.