unmoored in time

after Hope Kelham

BEE LB

sky an oil spill, rainbow slick sheen. sky burning,

sunset set ablaze. the sky is falling, i’m crying wolf

there are meteors like shooting stars just waiting

to be wished on before they fall. i’m alone

only because i can’t imagine anyone to die with.

i don’t want to die alone.

i've been filled with grief all my life

but i’ve known death only

the briefest time. i want to take my child-self in my lap,

cradle their head, whisper that i love them,

and snuff them out before the first worst can come.

i could use a mirror for this, but there are no mirrors

deep enough. i could let my words fall into air

but i can’t bear the weight of them.

i’m talking as if i know what’s coming

but i can’t even picture it.

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.