Jena Crowe

Bury This Six Feet Under Your Eyelids - Poem by Jena Crowe

you don't like when i pinch my lip,
because i'm about to say something
that's over your head
and you can't duck when it's my voice

goose? yes-
you chase me harder
than a ghost
who thinks i have their shovel-

had i been a bee
you'd convince me
i'm better off without honey
and shoo me away from the hive

high five that-
you know you want to.

Topic(s) of this poem: pedantry

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016

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