divine child

BEE LB

remnants of gods speak

in the rhythm of the unsaid

the unspeakable, the untranslatable.

anyone listening replies

empties throat

of sound

strains jaw to the point of pain

gathers words before form

and gifts them shape.

words do the work of the heart, drop

like stones in the bucket of the world.

words show you what direction is waiting

for you to move toward it.

when i conquer time i will rest, motionless.

i will pull apart the meaning of conquer and dig into my use

of it. when i conquer time desire will dissipate

until its a distant memory i can no longer feel

or remember the taste of.

in the dust, a stranger moves, gathering memories

that once belonged to others, now belong to no one

or belong to whoever holds them.

the dreamer are memories, the dream

is who next will live through them.

i don’t remember the last thing i said

to my mother and so the memory is dreaming

of who next will hold it; my mother or another child

speaking to their mother. my mother will unlatch the mouth of love.

i long for the body of superior, her rocky shores.

I find myself at her deepest point, or the reflection of who i could be.

the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

we are moving toward our own destruction.

i do not care to sand along the grain.

but i do still want a smooth finish.

time or our marking of it

in seconds or memories

never ends.

BEE LB is an array of letters, bound to impulse; a writer creating delicate connections. they have called any number of places home; currently, a single yellow wall on unceded Anishinaabe land in Michigan. they have been published in FOLIO, Figure 1, The Offing, and Harpur Palate, among others. their portfolio can be found at twinbrights.carrd.co and they can be found at patreon.com/twinbrights.