Be(e) in the Buzz 🐝

Steady hands mark new beginnings.

Experience, history, matter.

I want to do things with you, not for you

but “for you” is all anyone has time for these days.

Time. Attention. Priorities.

What are our hands cultivating?

What’s under your fingernails?

Sorry…I don’t need to look that close,

still wish you were here though.

Not to stare at your hands,

just to sit, side by side,

feel the electricity of being more than one.

But your focus is elsewhere.

Way, way elsewhere.

Who cares, next subject.

Where do I put my attention?

Who deserves it? Deserving of what?

Ne me quitte pas.

When everything else shines,

it’s easy to see the cracks.

You think I don’t see them?

Also, who actually cares?

Who am I listening to?

Who’s attention do I have? Who’s do I want?

I just want someone to sit next to me.

Be(e) in the buzz.

Feel the hum of us.

Maybe it’s better to be alone.

No come down.

Nothing to rip away.

A lady minding her own business

still looks like she’s waiting to be chosen.

Why does she want to be picked?

Sitting in the sun,

waiting for no one.

Someone.

I could leave any time I want.

I’d hate it.