Honeycut Poem by Sarah Loeb

Worms in my apple

Sharps in my flats

Binds in your apron strings

To Fireside Chats



Ants in my snow

Trolls beneath my bridge

Needles in my thoughts

And whitefish rotting in the fridge



Spiders by my tuffet

Repeat of my refrain

Queen of Hearts and Catholic Nuns

Parading through my rain



Drive the snakes from Ireland

Kiss the babies good

Drunken on your two-percent

And scammed by Robin Hood



Stabbed with kisses

Stung by butterflies

-Can't help being honeycut