Elucidating Questions

What did I do?

I said I did it I didn’t say it was good

I said I did it I didn’t say it was good

What’s good?

Bees are good

Hardly a bee

Though it stings more than once in too many places to name

Such secret whispers into nothing

What happens when eyes pour over and suddenly

See it?

Christ.

We open our mouths in quiet ways

Only in word are we alive