by Anna Roscoe
the hive has relocated itself again i’m used to it by now the swarming weight near my heart and anyway, the cloud is still, sluggish from the chill no need to worry i can just reach a hand into that dull buzz move it all from sight once more in crawling handfuls carefully, gingerly i keep them for the honey but you shouldn’t get too close if one memory starts to sting then the rest will soon follow Anna Roscoe's work appears or is forthcoming in Going Down Swinging, swim meet lit mag, and Aniko Press. Her writing often uses natural elements to explore emotions and memories. She grew up in Wurundjeri Woi Wurrung country, but now lives in Asia.
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