Her heart is full of bees the doctor said to me, and I heard the low thrum of her ventricles swarming With forceps he opened Her little hive heart to me Is there a good side to this? Will they fill her heart with honey? The bees are dying we all know that Perhaps she means to keep them safe Perhaps she invited them home My daughter perhaps I told her I told her the bees were dying Perhaps she offered her young body Yanked her dress off her shoulders Pointed between her new breasts