hive

i wish friendship meant
forever
same as it did in grade three
before harsh realities set in
before the first coat room tiff
before the first clenched fist—
i've been playing scenarios
replaying scenarios
so many scenarios
in limbic limbo
precautionary tales
of dice rolls and
slowly pulling glass slivers
from the soles
of bare feet
to trip
and be gutted on the fork
of your tongue
sweetly dripping with honey
lavender honey
the buzz of bees making honey
in your throat
and stinging.