Honeybee: for fans of MILK ANDHONEY by Rupi Kaur

by Trista Mateer

I turned myself inside out over the phone, read you the words etched on my bones and I hoped for once they might settle your heart instead of speeding it up.

I Have A Postcard Mouth All it ever says is: wish you were here.

I still wake up with things to tell you. One day, I won’t. I will learn placid acceptance.

It’s about trying to sleep knowing I live in a world that has your hands in it.