Once Thought I Was a Honeycomb
Not hexagonal and yellow
Like if i broke my arm off
A conglomeration of air bubble caverns
and in between small wooden doors
with the name bee embossed
above every tiny letter box
my ode to the crunchie
That i just finished off
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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