push/pull

what are the things that make us think. it begins and ends with a feeling. the life and death of a bee. your estrogen, my adrenaline. i diffuse. distance of our bodies, nearness of my desires. there are things i fall back on, daggers and down comforters, they stick and swallow me whole and spit me out in parts through back doors into alleyways wet with rain. america is restless and so are my hands. they reach out to give and grab all they can.