Honeybee

by Trista Mateer

I am too heavy to carry under the weight of all this new happiness.

Maybe instead of your mother’s apple pie, I’m going to be eating my words for months to come.

You are a wonder. I am a wonderer.

I need to remember to berate myself with my inside voice, to pick myself apart quietly instead of making such a big fuss about breaking.

Google Maps will usually sort you out.

I can’t have our last conversation be about how horrible the Ella Enchanted movie was.